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Finally comin' up for some air Finally comin' up Finally comin' up for some air Finally comin' up Finally comin' up for some air Finally comin' up Finally comin' up for some air Finally comin' up Somebody say: Whoa Somebody say Now I've gotta go court the conductor And I gotta bleed gold on the track Breathin' in a chokehold Now I've gotta go court the conductor And I gotta bleed gold on the track Breathin' in a chokehold Hallelujah, on your lips (on your lips) Hallelujah, through your hips (through your hips) Hallelujah, record skip (record skip) Hallelujah, throw a fit (throw a fit) Throw a fit Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Never mind my mind Never mind my mind Never mind my mind Never my, my, my, mind For you I'd jump in front of a train I'd lay in front of a bus For you I'd jump in front of a train Forever my companion For you I'd jump in front of a train I'd lay in front of a bus For you I'd jump in front of a train Forever my companion Ah Stop that train Stop that train Stop that train Stop that train (whoa) Stop that train (ugh) Stop that train Stop that train (on the double) Stop that train (let me off) Stop that train (conductor) Stop that train (on the double) Stop that train (lickety-split) Stop that train (conductor) Stop that train (I wanna get off) Stop that train (I wanna get off) Stop that train (I wanna get off, ugh) Stop that train (I wanna get off) Stop that train (I wanna get off) Stop that train (I wanna get off) Ah
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