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Possessions 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 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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Metal meter in my hand |
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Sporting a pocket full of SHIT |
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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 jiddish |
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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 |
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That's me inside your head ... |
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That's me inside your head! |
