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R.E.M. |
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Miscellaneous |
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Sponge |
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(Vic Chessnut) |
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pleasure is melting like chocolate |
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my blue ribbon gumption is gone |
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all my gravy must have soaked into something |
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and the world... |
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the filthy steps, the cold concrete |
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the phony earth below my feet |
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the ancient odor of the streets |
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yes the world it is a sponge |
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and when the crisis passes |
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when the coast is clear |
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I'll be buffed down to a liquid |
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and the world it is a sponge |
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throughout this entire ugly outing |
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I've been mumbling the convex of what I should be shouting |
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but I'll soon be silent you'll soon hear nothing |
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'cause the world it is a sponge |
