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: My baby wants to drive the train But don't you let her, don't you let her touch the tracks I said my baby wants to drive the train Well all aboard

: Sat in the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On the last of your pick

: Diamonds are forever, They are all I need to please me, They can stimulate and tease me, They won't leave in the night, I've no fear that they might

: Ladies you're damn right You can't read a man's mind We're living in two tribes And heading for war Nobody's perfect We've all got to work it But fellas

: He looks as if he hasn't slept, His hair is purposely unkept. Then he knew his people wept When you crafted your plan. Shadows underneath the eyes

: We got thrown in a riot van And the coppers kicked him in And there was no way he could win Just had to take it on the chin Smoked a bong a last night

same One minute you're casually speaking The next it all goes up and you pull fletch up on the plane with your Jeri can of words and songs Noone's gonna

: Space invaders flying home Yeah, they're going to hit the sack And they are prob'ly going to die getting high Cause they're mixing crazy ... with the

: {Arctic Monkeys} I don't ever want to hate you, So don't show me your bed, The only roads are cul-de-sacs, The first thing that she said. Temptation