Oh, I just don't get it, can't seem to make sense.
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I got some jumbled up thoughts
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in my jumbled up head.
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I keep stumbling around on some jumbled up legs.
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I keep grumbling out some jumbled up text.
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holding up both sides on the side of the road.
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holding up your store,
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holding up your home.
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with the evening news of filth and wounds.
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a picket and a funeral on Sunday afternoon.
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oh, that light shines bright in your eyes.
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you gotta find your confidence,
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learn your lines.
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pick your class, pick your crime.
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better take a breath, take it quick.
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cause it's piling up,yeah, the layer's getting thick.
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and, oh, I just can't seem to find the time.
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alligator skin.
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oh yeah, you know that's how it is.
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rubber-necking.
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oh yeah, you know that's how it is.
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trash piling.
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oh yeah, you know that's how it is.
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when it's all so boring, 99 cents.
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up in your face,
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you know they got it.
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got a plastic stacked on cheap bank cube.
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a perfect place for them
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to hang their noose.
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and everyone's got a buy and they
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talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk talk,
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talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk about it.
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and they draw some line and
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make some point.
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which way is right.
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and,oh, I just can't seem to find the time and the
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light that shines bright in your eyes.
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alligator skin.
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oh yeah, you know that's how it is.
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rubber-necking.
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oh yeah, you know that's how it is.
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trash piling.
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oh yeah, you know that's how it is.
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alligator skin.
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oh yeah, you know that's how it is.
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rubber-necking.
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oh yeah, you know that's how it is.
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trash piling.
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oh yeah, you know how it's gotta be.
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oh no!
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yeah, it's gotta be.
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oh no!
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that's how it's gotta be.
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that's how it's gotta be.
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