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Here he come. Look at the blender, baby, going strong. Hear that helmet, baby, talking the town. Turn around, drinking oil when they're raining Down. When they blow, help me think, Oh baby, there is no way of the road. Now the only way to win it is to See 'em. You may talk, but you'll never freedom. Such a scope war, you can do nothing difference. Came walking, baby, come at home. Yeah!