| I’m gonna walk myself into town
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| And ride on back
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| Guess it means you’re quick and I’m clean
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| My sparkling machine
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| It’s only forty minutes by feet
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| I’ll be back in three
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| Ride to the hills at night
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| To watch the lights go down and your neighbours fight
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| 'Cause I’m the boy to keep you up at night
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| It’s a magic carpet and chrome
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| Can’t reach me by phone
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| A new deck of cards through the wheels
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| To show you just deep I feel
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| In the rear view mirror I see
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| My dust as you’re following me
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| Ride to the corner at night
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| To watch the lights go down and your parents die
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| 'Cause I’m the boy to keep you up at night
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| I’m the boy to keep you up at night
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| To keep you decent seven days a week
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| 'cause it’s the second best thing I do with my feet
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| Watch your ass 'cause I know where you live
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| And which car you drive
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| I can look anyone in the eye
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| Eat my dust as I leave you behind
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| Follow you to your house
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| Do you want to kiss at mine?
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| 'Cause I’m the boy to keep you up at night
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| I’m the boy to keep you up at night |