| I live out on the island, and I got problems
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| My mom don’t like me, cause she says I know sultan (?)
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| Sitting in the cark park, in my old buick skylark
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| Getting high, getting high
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| Getting high on the eight track
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| Oh, listen to the eight track
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| Oh, listen to the eight track
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| Oh, listen to the eight track
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| Oh, listen to the eight track
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| Oh it ain’t easy, when you gotta survive
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| Keep on giving death, just to survive
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| Oh get out into the car park, sitting in my own buick skylark in the dark
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| Oh, 'n I’ll listen to the eight track
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| Oh, I’ll listen to the eight track
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| Oh, listen to the eight track
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| Oh, listen to the eight track
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| Yeah, can’t wind it back
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| Listen to the eight track
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| In between the seats, in the cracks
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| Listen to the eight track
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| Oh sometimes I get a woman in here
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| And I put on bruce springsteen’s new double album
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| And then, just when everything’s getting hot
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| I start turning the volume right down low
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| Baby, let me snuggle right next to you
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| You turned to me sweetly, you know what she said
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| She said, turn up the eight track
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| Oh listen to the eight track
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| Oh listen to the eight track, ain’t no winding it back
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| Listen to the eight track
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| Listen to the eight track
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| Listen to the eight track
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| There must have been about a million stories in new york city, the naked city,
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| and this has been one of them! |