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National Steel What a surprise wearing your disguise on the telephone line I know it pleased you to know I needed you and your time You play the game not saying either way but you know Could've made it real quick save me the guilt trip and just said no Are you writing this all down Are you writing this all down This conversation the alienation in your tone I've got no fucking clue from your point of view and your time zone I wouldn't have asked saved you the task if it weren't for real Trading a daughter, two thousand dollars For a national steel Are you writing this all down Are you writing this all down Are you writing this all down Are you writing this all down Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down, down
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