| Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin
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| I went out to the trees just spoken to the breeze
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| I said you’ve gone, you’ve gone to the dustbin
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| All over the place I said murder
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| I said how could you get talking discipline
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| Because it don’t mean, it don’t mean a thing
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| You think yourself so aware, so out of the ordinary
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| But it don’t, it don’t, it don’t mean a thing
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| And the only thing you ever believe
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| Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin
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| ‘Cause everything I do I don’t know spoken dreams
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| I said you’ve got to be good, I said you’ve got to be good
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| I’ve got to watch catch your step all over him
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| A deadly poison I’m covered in the, in the right decisions
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| Outrageous remarks I said fall into misery
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| Because they don’t, they don’t, they don’t mean a thing
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| They don’t, they don’t, they don’t mean a thing |