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Dig in the trash, there's nothing to eat |
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Sores on my tongue, sores on my feet |
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Open the fridge, there's only pickles and beer |
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Breakfast of champions, only things served in here |
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Nothing is something |
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I'll get some today |
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Nothing is something |
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I'm wasting away |
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Nothing is something my life's in decay |
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Nothing is something |
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Going to a party, to look for my friends |
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I know I ain't got none, hell |
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I can always pretend |
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Everyone will be there, where the girls go |
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I don't know where it is, |
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And I don't know where to go |
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Things I do, decisions |
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I make My life story's a comic book, that explains the way |
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I look |
