Tom: C
Introdução:
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Sometimes I walk around town looking at faces
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wonderin why their bodies go to silly places.
C
Walkin past the carpet mills looking in and takin stills,
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your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway.
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Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams,
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fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall.
C
Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement
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snoozing in cobwebs and the cement.
C
Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame,
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maybe I'm to blame for his short bitter fucked up life.
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Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams,
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fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall, ah...
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Ah... Ooo... Aaaa Ah....
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Ah... Ooo... Aaaa Ah....