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You lost your serve
You lost your swing
You thought you’d heard
Of everything… Hell, no!
From Oakland
To Warsaw
Don’t you know the kids were all a-wrong
Raise their voices in song –
Air comes out! Air comes out!
I know your style. You’ve got drastic desires, and shit
Warm yourself by the fiery stage – fiery cause I lit it
You lost your serve
You lost your swing
You thought you’d heard
Of everything… Hell, no!
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