Tarantula!
Everything Just Right

Don't want to go to bed pretending
These people ever treat me kind
My double feature has reached its ending
I'm not the type to just rewind

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There's a bus leaving from the station
Just about half past ten tonight
And it will send me where I want to go
If I do everything just right

My life it plays on like an eight track
Full of songs I cannot stand
Just like Elvis singing Gospel
An oxymoron out of hand

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I'm a book missing from the library
I'm misfiled, I'm out of place
I still have a fucking eight track
I'm a dog shot out to space

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