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WELL JUNK'S PILING UP
Taking up space
My eyes feel
Like they're falling off my face
Sweat falling down
I'm staring at the floor
I'm thinking about that girl
Who won't be back no more
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I was all right
'Til I
Fell in love with you...
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You wanna go to Mars and then what? Then what? Then what? Then what? Then what? And then what?
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