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Possesions never meant anything to me |
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I'm not crazy |
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Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar |
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And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor |
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That's right, I've got a floor |
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So what, so what, so what? |
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I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes |
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Where everything important to me |
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Just seems to fall right down my leg |
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And on to the floor |
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My closest friend linoleum |
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Linoleum |
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Supports my head, gives me something to believe |
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That's me on the beachside combing the sand |
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Metalmeter in my hand |
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Sportin' a pocket full of change |
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That's me on the street with a violin under my chin |
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Playing with a grin, singing gibberish |
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That's me on the back of the bus |
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That's me in the cell |
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That's me inside your head (3x) |
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That's me on the back of the bus |
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That's me in the cell |
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That's me inside your head (2x) |
