Vermin Mangle

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[Verse 1]
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Think of a way
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Then always go the o-ther way
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In customary e-venings, legendary mor-nings
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Louder than drums and sof-ter than a cloud
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Leaves being blowed away
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[Verse 2]
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Hard as soft nails and knives and e-ven
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Harder than pul-ling a soldier off your sis-ter
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Hands were all shaking they're all of his fin-ge-ers .  .  .
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[Verse 3]
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Son stop staring yond
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If you look your eyes will grow germs
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You can't pick them up 'cause they're glued to the flo-or
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Made it un-kind (not mo-ney) for not sta-ring all day at the-em
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[Verse 4]
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And has your mother sold her man-gle
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Last time I did saw her, she was in a dre-eam dress
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Playing with flies in the weeping wil-lows' dank dark  .  ditch
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[Verse 5]
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So not so perfect
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But seeing as how it is a funny kind of ap-ple who practices e-very day
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There’s room for a big forgive and a surp-rise and ad-ven-tu-u-ures...


[Verse 6]
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And what ad-ventures
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And all only for feat are
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They building a long slide
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And along it they glide
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Danger all around and without a sound
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Bound on the ground
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[Verse 7]
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I  am the_git that walks all by him-se-elf
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Your bargain was by me
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All places are a-like to me
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"How did I get here?" said I, who can’t be-lieve me-e  eye
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[Verse 8]
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Hands are all shaking
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That out all of his fin-gers
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Hands they were all sha-king
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Then all of his fin-gers
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Hands were all shaking they're all of his fin-ge-ers
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