She has to leave
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She has to go
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The fastest way
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Is by trism
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Steps off the curb
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Stella Corona hopes for the best
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To be home by sunset
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Gotta be home by sunset
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She asked me to give her a ride
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She said she had to go
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Dropped her off by the trism
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Through the atmosphere by prism
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Go trism
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Go trism
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Go trism
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Go trism
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Go trism
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Gotta keep, gotta keep movin' on
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Gotta keep movin'
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Gotta keep movin'
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Gotta keep movin'
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Gotta-gotta-keep on
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It was a human race to get away
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And then back again
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Like the sun bends light through a prism
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She bends herself through the trism
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In the smokey streets of the night
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She pulls the lever and then bright light
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Trism
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Trism
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Trism
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Trism
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Trism
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Trism
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The B-52's |