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Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh |
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Totally motionless except for her heart |
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Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas |
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She totally confused all the passing piranhas |
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She's lump, she's lump |
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She's in my head |
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She's lump, she's lump, she's lump |
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She might be dead |
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Lump lingered last in line for brains |
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And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane |
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Small thing's so sad that birds could land |
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Is Lump fast asleep or rocking out with the band? |
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She's lump, she's lump |
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She's in my head |
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She's lump, she's lump, she's lump |
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She might be dead |
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Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove |
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Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love |
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She spent her twenties between the sheets |
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Life limped along at subsonic speeds |
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She's lump, she's lump |
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She's in my head |
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She's lump, she's lump, she's lump |
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She might be dead |
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Is this lump out of my head? |
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I think so |
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Is this lump out of my head? |
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I think so |
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Is this lump out of my head? |
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I think so |
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Is this lump out of my head? |
