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Sometimes I walk around town looking at faces 
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wonderin why their bodies go to silly places. 
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Walkin past the carpet mills looking in and takin stills, 
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your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway. 
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Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams, 
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fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall. 
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Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement 
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snoozing in cobwebs and the cement. 
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Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame, 
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maybe I'm to blame for his short bitter fucked up life. 
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Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams, 
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fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall, ah...
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Ah...    Ooo... Aaaa Ah....
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Ah...    Ooo... Aaaa Ah....