Vinegar Vera, packed his bags and left home to make his mark. Nobody missed him, because he was back before it got dark.
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Vinegar Vera, lying on his bed cursing the ceiling. Because the world turned, and turning it ran over his feelings.
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Vinegar Vera, now that you're almost 21. Vinegar Vera, locked in the bathroom at your mumĄ¯s.
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He looks in the mirror, and rolling the words around his mouth. He doesnĄ¯t want to come out, he doesnĄ¯t want to come out.
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Chip on your shoulder, is harder to hide the more you get older. With every summer, feeling the world get colder and colder.
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Vinegar Vera, now that you're almost 31. Vinegar Vera, wondering what you have become.
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[CHORUS]
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Vinegar Vera, lost his mum in the zoo when he was 5. The Hare Krishnas gave him a biscuit as he sat and cried.
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Vinegar Vera, never thought life would come to this. Vinegar Vera, drowning in your own bitterness.
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[CHORUS]
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He doesnĄ¯t want to come out, he doesnĄ¯t want to come out.
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He doesnĄ¯t want to come outĄĻ
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Vinegar Vera
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