| Mr. Brownstone sits in the titan of the ship
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| Meddle state he will liken to a minute
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| Mr. Brownstone hears the misfit
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| Waiting on the street where he’ll be with her
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| Take it out to Mr. Brown
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| Watching to the hazy mound
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| Mr. Brown is waiting for some hopeful news
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| And Mr.'s staying waiting for the 'nother truth
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| In through the door enclave again
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| The failing to attack
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| The mold in place upon the corner
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| Whose doorways face
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| Mrs. Purple came from behind the door
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| Wearing nothing but foreign clothing
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| Of someone else’s wardrobe
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| Mr. Brown screamed:
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| Why are you doing this to me?
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| It seems as if the cat went out with the mouse
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| And shot the dog in the fucking face
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| We all take something
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| Take something for this
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| Take something for that
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| Mr. Brown, what’s goin' on?
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| Answer, where is the answer?
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| People work and every day they come home to see their houses torn apart
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| Wake up
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| Mr. and Mrs. Jones
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| Walked up to the house
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| Now misowned
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| Faltering
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| Foreclosed upon
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| Mr. and Mrs. Jones thought:
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| What a lovely place this is
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| I think we can start (a) life here
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| Selling…
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| Selling all we had
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| Taking up residence in this place
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| Where is…
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| The former resident (s)?
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| Buried underneath the carpet
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| There was a melted spot
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| A warm, dripping, cot
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| Gentle, warm bed
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| Where Mrs. Purple laid her head
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| And Mr. Brown…
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| Well, he ('s) around |