| Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
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| Totally emotionless 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 pihranas
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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 one she got was sorta rotten and insane
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| Small things so sad that birds could land
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| Is lump fast asleep or rockin' 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 sub-sonic 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 outta my head?
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| I think so
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| Is this lump outta my head?
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| I think so
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| Is this lump outta my head?
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| I think so
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| Is this lump outta my head? |