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Mu330 Chumps On Parade

Your pain is a rash it gets worse each time I scratch I won't pry it'll make things worse cuz I'm your curse I'm there too much I'm in too close and

Well I got caught messin in things I shouldn't have well how was I to know that you wouldn't relate as far as I'm concerned I'll put my heart back where

Hotdogs in the rain we feel no pain sleepin' in the van after sittin' in the rain breathin in the same air til it chokes the brain no one complains nobody

my jibber jabber talking it must have seemed obscene I got so nervous cuz I thought that maybe I had lost my chance but then you called me up the next night on

than 2 days away the 3rd day is hazy eat drive play sleep's an ordinary day my life is a maze when I look down sometimes I see the ground I try to hold on

it all dickhead, jumped up on the stage seig-heiled jumped back down again crowd dragged him outside and beat him down, we might be broke chumps but we

a stop shorter in the back and it's longer on top top top you used to have the biggest short-long in the 'hood on me it looked silly on you it looked

When we play downtown oh we never pay the tax cuz we'd rather go to jail than to pay those dirty rats would you tax me on my art would you tax me if

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