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Magic Bronson
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Nervous
These are the days
We get stuck in our ways
Solving mysteries
And these are the nights
That we stay inside
Making history (history, yeah, yeah)
Yep, what about that
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, farts, parking permits
Yep, what about that
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, farts, parking permits
These are the lines
We rehearse in our minds
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Til we're speaking (what'd you say, what'd you say, I don't know)
And these are the times
We try to unwind
Til we're sleeping
Yep, what about that
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, farts, parking permits
Yep, what about that
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, farts, parking permits
Fires, farts, parking permits
Fires, farts, paring permits
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