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Apparently before Jed had left us |
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He wrotes some poems |
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Wrote them for no-one |
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I guess I'll show them |
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Here's one of Jed's poems |
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You said I'd wake up dead drunk |
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Alone in the park |
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I called you a liar |
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But how right you were |
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Air conditioned TV land, 20 grand |
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Walk to the bank |
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With shakes from the night before |
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Staring at the tiki floor |
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High school wedding ring |
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Keys are under the mats |
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Of all the houses here |
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But not motels |
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I try to sing it funny like Beck |
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But it's bringing me down |
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Lower than ground |
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Beautiful ground |
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Beautiful ground |
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Test tones and failed |
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Clones and odd parts made you |
