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Blind Melon - Dump Truck lyrics
New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of May Time has passed for Mrs. Onassis, decay on display I don't want to go down I don't want to go down I don't want to go down - like she did And I can't understand why something good's got to die before we miss it Mumbled talk throught pigeon park And Hastings is wasting away Religiously they seem to sin Buy, sell or trade for amens I just don't want to feel I just don't want to feel I just don't want to feel - like they feel Hollow body for sound, trade a coat for a gown Way up in my arms you know I love you just a little bit more Raisin' nose down to chin Smoke after smoke they all trickle in Anything, for anything, and ending up with nothing Simple pimpled young man Sores all over his hands He's sleeping, not so silently I'll mop the floors for you all I'm a fly on the wall Really big and listening Burned a hand of a friend of mine And Bub I know that you could fly a mile high You told me nothing's ever gonna come between Nothing's ever gonna come between Nothing's ever gonna come between My dumptruck and me. |
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