| I’m going roundabout
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| This peace and quiet’s boring me
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| But how to work it out?
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| A good old-fashioned test of speed
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| Lush hills of evergreen
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| Door into summer dreams
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| All in position at the starting line
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| Everybody’s taking part
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| But they’ll know right from the start
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| I’ve already won
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| Springin' into action
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| Make the world come to life
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| Goin' up and down and all around
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| And the same thing in reverse
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| Give into the passion
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| And return to paradise
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| Sticks and stones may break my bones
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| But they gotta hit me first
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| You’d better buckle up
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| If you plan to keep up with me
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| Now put your knuckles up
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| Time to outfox our enmies
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| Dark metal clouds arise
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| To covr up the skies
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| Deadly machines designed to look alike
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| No time to hatch a plan
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| Gotta stick it to the man
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| Show them how it’s done
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| Springin' into action
|
| Make the world come to life
|
| Goin' up and down and all around
|
| And the same thing in reverse
|
| Give into the passion
|
| And return to paradise
|
| Sticks and stones may break my bones
|
| But they gotta hit me first
|
| Springin' into action
|
| Make the world come to life
|
| Goin' up and down and all around
|
| And the same thing in reverse
|
| Give into the passion
|
| And return to paradise
|
| Sticks and stones may break my bones
|
| But they gotta hit me first
|
| Springin' into action
|
| Make the world come to life
|
| Goin' up and down and all around
|
| And the same thing in reverse
|
| Give into the passion
|
| And return to paradise
|
| Sticks and stones may break my bones
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| But they gotta hit me first |