Shoes & socks protect soles from rocks
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And thick coats defend your skin & hide you.
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What to do when there¡¯s holes in you?
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You're a beanbag with no beans inside you.
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Bored, thin, low, on, beans, beans
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He tore his seams on his broken dreams.
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Now he lies around too flat to serve.
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He drags his feet. He feels incomplete.
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And bad dogs grind down his last good nerve.
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He's bored, thin, low, on, beans,
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And he would have stayed that way, too,
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With no way to turn back the tide.
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Ostensibly not so bad, but in need of a spark inside.
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But another came along
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And though it's difficult to explain,
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She poured herself into him like rain.
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For every raindrop, there was a bean.
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For every stay outside, there was a bean.
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An electric nest of worker bees
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Boiling under his skin.
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They pop like bombs in a Tupperware bowl
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And are multiplied each by ten.
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Swelling his quiddity up until
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He feels like his old beanbag self again
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Stuffed
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Full
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Of
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Beans
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Beanbag
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| Pain (American Band) |
