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Traffic in the city turns my head around.
No, no, no, no, no.
Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church,
Ev’rywhere you look there’s a frown, frown.
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Com, commotion,
Git, git, git, gone.
Com, commotion,
Git, git, git, gone.
People keep atalkin’, they don’t say a word.
Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw.
Talk up in the white house, talk up to your door,
So much goin’ on I just can’t hear.
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Hurryin’ to get there so you save some time.
Run, run, run, run, run.
Rushin’ to the treadmill, rushin’ to get home,
Worry ’bout the time you save, save.
Chorus
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