| Tape, stop, play
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| So turn it up on your tape controls
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| And move your bones to the sound of the radio
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| Just leave a message, I’m with all my friends
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| She’s on hold, the teleprompter’s spelling out your name
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| Prepare to lose control
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| Take the call, she wants to take you to a higher place
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| I’m booked out for the week
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| And I’m Grinding Teeth
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| Just leave a message I’m out, but I’m coming back
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| I’m Grinding Teeth
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| I think it’s starting to get bad, I’m coming back
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| With the drippings from the sky
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| She’s on hold, the teleprompter’s spelling out your name
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| Prepare to lose control
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| Take the call, she wants to take you to a higher place
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| I’m booked out for the week
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| Time has taken its toll
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| It’s time to answer this call
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| It’s time to answer this call
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| Let’s go
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| And I’m Grinding Teeth
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| Just leave a message I’m out, but I’m coming back
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| I’m Grinding Teeth
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| I think it’s starting to get bad, I’m coming back
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| I think it’s starting to get bad, I’m coming back |