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Walking where the windy stops
The tops of trees are bare
Where'd you go, you didn't say
And I was so upset
And I saw a thousand motorcycles
As they made meat out of Mars.

Way to go
You know the way
To San Jose in cars.
Let the best of Wild Wild West
Digest and have some tea.
Walking where the windy stops   The tops of trees are bare   Where'd you go, you didn't say   And I was so upset   And I saw a thousand motorcycles   As they made meat out of Mars.      Way to go   You know the way   To San Jose in cars.   Let the best of Wild Wild West   Digest and have some tea.