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Sitting in my room the thoughts |
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Are flying through my head |
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Tast inside my brain is tart |
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The contract's on my bed |
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Smell the smell of cigar smoke |
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And i know who it is |
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Ideas are dumb the doors are shut |
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The messages are his |
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My buddly al drove off a cliff |
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And ran into a nail |
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He licks his wounds and wonders |
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How the tooth drove him to fail |
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He hates to park his car |
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Downtown on 16th avenue |
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Sometimes her eyes are green |
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And other times i think they're blue |
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My sister is a mother |
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And my mother is a chore |
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My brother is a junkie |
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For the c.o. music boards |
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I knew this guy who was so lazy |
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And he was so dumb |
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He slept all day and lost his job |
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And now he is a bum |