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Jumble, Jumble |
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Jumble jumble
all at my house
come on over
sleep on the couch
can´t even see ya
look like a mouse
Crumble crumble
the bag is brown
rip up the paper
to hear a sound
pick up the pieces
up off the ground
tumble tumble
on to the floor
roll over
until your poor
wave to me
I´m at the door
Why can´t you be nicer to me?
somebody´s screaming
looking at the ceiling
everything´s so funny
i don´t have any money
people don´t even know me
but they know how to show me
why can´t you be nicer to me?
my pride is dying
i think i´m all done lying
nobody´s sharing
so i stop caring
all alone and walking
nobody´s talking
why can´t you be nicer to me?
well the wind is blowing
where am i going
off a bridge and falling
nobody´s calling
on the ground and laying
nobody´s praying
why can´t you be nicer to me?
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