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This is the story of the Trou Macaca The fine box derby, the monkey track This is the story of the Trou Macaca The fine box derby, the monkey track Now what I'd heard about on TV But what I'd witnessed entirely Each bend in the road was intact Another curb on the monkey track Once upon a time we thought we were free And had control over destiny We saw ourselves a competent band Able to reason, prosper, and plan But we had chamber up in the moon Circumstance made us change our tune When the veil was torn from our face We became the monkey's riding a race Monkey! You think you got to stop and take the break away Fly away on the track every day Talent, bigger drive will lead Trou Macace to the rest of your life Then these last things you can arrange Find other people, we call it strange Stop yourselves in the fun and ride The fine box derby to the finish line I said push be rides are a serious ban He's going to finish as fast as he can The escalator takes it personally And does not ride professionally Charming enchantress and bone can run Even if the windshield wipers are on Either broadcast or avoid police But the back was legend to cross the lead 2 have viewed this page!
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