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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 |
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Mr. BrownWatching 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 ****ing 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[Backwards] |
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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[Backwards] |
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Mr. and Mrs. |
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JonesWalked up to the house |
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Now misowned |
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FalteringForeclosed upon |
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Mr. and Mrs. |
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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. |
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Purple laid her head |
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And Mr. Brown... |
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Well, he('s) around |
