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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.
Com, commotion,
Git, git, git, gone.
Com, commotion,
Git, git, git, gone.
People keep atalking, they don't say a word.
