| Couldn’t taste the taste that I was tastin'
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| Couldn’t hear the waste that I was makin'
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| Tired of the life I was facin'
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| Couldn’t tell one from another
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| Couldn’t hide a secret from my mother
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| Any other mother wouldn’t bother
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| Makin’time breakin’ground
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| Sail brown bay to chocolate town
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| Got me on the porch I’m in the front row
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| Says «shit's for real man"like I don’t know
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| Get your punk ass back to the dog show…
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| Makin’time breakin’ground
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| Sail brown bay to chocolate town
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| A new breath I feel the grip releasin'
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| Scraping my guts off of the ceiling
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| I’ve got that sunny bunny feeling
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| Makin’time breakin’ground
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| Sail brown bay to chocolate town
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| Makin’time breakin’ground
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| Greyhound bus to chocolate town… |