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I knew it must've been some big setup All the action just would not let up It's just a little bit back from the main road Where the silence spreads and the men dig holes I start to spin the tale You complain of my diction You give me friction (friction) You give me friction (friction) You give me friction (friction) My eyes are like telescopes I see it all backwards, but who wants hope? If I ever catch that ventriloquist I'll squeeze his head right into my fist Something comes tracking in What is it? What's the prediction? I'll bet you it's friction (friction) I'll bet you it's friction (friction) I'll bet you it's friction (friction) How does a snake get out of its skin? Alright, here's a depiction Oh, stop this head motion, set the sails You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail Well, I don't wanna grow up There's too much contradiction And too much friction (friction) But I dig friction (friction) You know I'm crazy 'bout friction (friction) F-R-I-C-T-I-O-N (Friction) (Friction) (Friction)
Writer(s): Tom Verlaine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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