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He′s pleased to meet you underneath the horse
In the cathedral with the glass-stained black
Singing sweet, high notes that echo back
To destroy their master
May be a long time 'til you get the call-up
But it′s sure as fate and hard as your luck
No one'll know where you are
It's just a brief smile crossing your face
I′m running speed trials, standing in place
When the socket′s not a shock enough
You little child, what makes you think you're tough?
When all the people you think you′re above
They all know what's the matter
You′re such a pinball, yeah, you know it's true
There′s always something you go back running to
To follow the path of no resistance
It's just a brief smile crossing your face
Running speed trials, standing in place
It's just a brief smile crossing your face
Running speed trials all over the place
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
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Writer(s): Steven P. Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
