he tries hard to be noticed when he's traveling town
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his stereo's up loud pumping hits to his ego
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traveling to work in the morning he can't stop yawning
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his foot down hard from the light he is screeching from the lights he is off in a hit
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he doesn't spend much time except with looking at himself
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he spends his money on his wife, his dog is his life
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he can't stop yawning so he books the next flight
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he is the type that makes you run when you walk
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he is the type that will not bother to talk
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he saves all his money to spend it today he could not imagine life another way
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he yells this is for me he talks nice and loud about the stock he is buying
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he doesn't see that the chef brought the plate that he ordered
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just before when he came to his spot
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you know he thinks he can't be stopped thinks he won't be popped
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just don't stand near him you don't want to be him
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and if you did mate, then join his fate
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he is the type that makes you run when you walk
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he is the type that will not bother to talk
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he saves all his money to spend it today he could not imagine life another way
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he finishes late at work
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his mobile is flat and his car won't start
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on the way he trips in the gutter
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his blood clots as he hits the floor
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he is the type that makes you run when you walk
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he is the ype that will not bother to talk
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he saves all his money to spend it today he could not imagine life another way
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Jesus now wants you to be more like a big bulb in this damned world
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Chubb
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