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Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm |
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Smothered in mud at the foot of the river |
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The color vague is slapped around stupid |
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Blood dries to a very dull color |
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I'm drowning and there is no relief from |
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It's only 12,000 miles to heaven |
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But the car is broken and we're all well-spoken |
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I've met three people but I don't think they like me |
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And we all talk about the state of the weather |
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I'm drowning and there is no relief from |
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And everything I say are my own thoughts |
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Don't listen to my very dull brother |
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I'm drowning and there is no relief from |
