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Blind Melon Soup Skinned I'll make a shoehorn outta your skin I'll make a lampshade of durable skin And oh, don't you know that I'm always feelin' able When I'm sittin' home and I'm carving out your navel When will I realize that this skin I'm in Hey, it isn't mine And when will the kill be too much meat for me to hide on Hey, I could really use a couple of hands To complete one hell of a plant stand Oh, don't you know that I'm caught here in the middle Making rib cages into coffee tables And when I realize that this skin I'm in Hey, it isn't mine And when will the thrill be too much meat for me to find anymore Oh, because you know I can't hide But oh how hard I try But this is just the shape I'm in, oh yeah And though you know I can't hide But oh how hard I try But this is just the shape I'm in |
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