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these executives have plooked the fuck out of me
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paid my debt to society
and all i ever really wanted to do was
play the guitar and'n bend the string like
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Iand've got it
iand'll be sullen and withdrawn
iand'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
of my own secret thoughts
iand'll lay on my back here and'til dawn
in a semi-catatonic state
and dream of guitar notes
that would irritate
an executive kinda guy . . .
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if they only coulda heard it
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thatand's okay
iand'll be gettinand' outta here pretty soon
then i wonand't have to live
in this ugly fuckinand' room
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