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Over the hills they came from the valley
Making innuendos about my lack of talent, oh well...
They say that when I'm supposed to be singing
All I 'm really doing is yelling, oh well...
To you I say ....
Break out or get out
Then they say that i can't sing
That I don't say a thing
That I make everything up...oh well
To you I say...
Break out or get out
Break out or get out
Get out of your mind
Cause it's much too small
And there's so much going on |
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