| Ohh my is a rigorous tale
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| I spent years inside the whale
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| You my friend on the other hand
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| Content to run with the alsorans
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| Mezmerized by the circle crops
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| Scared to death by the bleeps and blops
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| So you call the cops
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| But just remember
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| That one policemen leads to another
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| Ohh my years of fleeting fame
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| But here I am still in this game
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| You my friend you’ll never learn
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| You’re still convinced you’ll get your turn
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| You lost upperhand because
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| You couldn’t remember who your enemy was
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| So you called the fuzz
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| And one policemen leads to another
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| Oh you and your thing for authority
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| I wish you would steer clear of me
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| Sirens wail and buzzers beep
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| And winner’s lose and then loser wept
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| Sure as an igloo is what an eskimo sleeps in
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| Every policemen knows more policemen
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| Ohh mine was a perilous journey
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| But I had the best attorney
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| You my friend always going alone
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| Now the rats have dips on your every bone
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| Insurance paths were never taken
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| Your dormant dreams were never awaken
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| And it smells like bacon
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| You ought to know that one policemen leads to another
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| One policemen leads to another
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| One policemen leads to another
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| One policemen leads to another
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| One policemen leads to another
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| One policemen leads to another
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| One policemen leads to another
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| One policemen leads to another
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| One policemen leads to another |