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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