I built forty million miles of strip-malls
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And I painted the sky with aerosol
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Plugged the hole in your pockets with credit cards
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And clouded your eyes with sitcoms
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I put the "con" in "convenience," and I string you along
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Don't worry your head 'cause there ain't nothing wrong
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Don't worry your head 'cause there ain't nothing wrong
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Owwwww
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I make tiny, starving fingers sew your comfy running shoes
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And I make more money than any man could ever use
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Been called a cool mother fucker, but I'm not that mean
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You see I'd gladly leave the dregs of the earth to the meek
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Don't worry your head 'cause there ain't nothing wrong
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Don't worry your head 'cause there ain't nothing wrong
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Don't worry your head 'cause there ain't nothing wrong
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Don't worry your head 'cause there ain't nothing wrong
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Owwwwww
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Whoo
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This is the life
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This is the life
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This is the life
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This is the life
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This is the life
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This is the life
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This is the life
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For me
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For me
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For me
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This is the Life
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| Mudhoney |
