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Gather 'round, boys, girls and children |
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I have a fable to read to you all |
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Our story begins on a warm summer's day |
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In a small tattered town, in a small tattered house |
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Where a small cat resided |
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Mainly in his bed |
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A sad cat rendered cold and withered by the whispers of his past actions |
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The cat lay alone in his tattered bed |
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Wondering... and pondering... his lonesome thoughts |
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They ask me, "Lausse |
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Why you never step a Nike out your house? |
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Why you always in the dark with lights but only at your snout? |
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Why we only see your carcass at a party when you're lit? |
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Or when you're out for rounds in town |
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To scout yourself another bitch?" |
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I said, I said "I don't see the point in gettin' dressed |
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I don't even see the point in gettin' breakfast if I'm honest |
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Some would say I fit the symptoms of depressed and alcoholic |
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But a smile's upon my face when I'm in bed and writin' sonnets |
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Maybe I'm just not the problem, but the world I walk upon |
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Where I live, the sun don't shine, or very little to my knowledge |
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All I see is battered people on the powder gettin' on it |
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Seems we live for fun but when it's done |
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We live for battered sausage |
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I don't wanna make my money doin' nothin' in an office |
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I don't wanna spend my money on a coffee or a bonnet |
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With a godly brand upon it |
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I ain't assed for livin' right |
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Get degrees and spend my life with what I've made from nine to five" |
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The cat decided to take a stroll through his local park |
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He likes that park (that's a very nice park) |
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And as he sat down on his favorite bench |
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A small girl in a blue dress came up to |
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Him and asked, "Why do you look so sad?" |
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The cat answered |
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Motor City, half-assed with the lights |
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Heavy hand with the pint glass and dance in the night |
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After half-past three when our time starts |
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Bark in a bystander tone with a fight and a scratch card |
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Life in Motor City ain't much |
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Grey skies lie here, and a couple Mecca Bingoes |
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Bin-ridden streets full of sin-ridden teens |
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With some dim-litten lights while the kitten doth feel low |
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Bystanders try pass the time |
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With a pint in their hand and some lines and a fiver |
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See more than four times a day the demise of a soul |
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Asking wide-eyed for change or a lighter |
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Life in this mess makes a heart numb |
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I ventured a quest to inspect why my heart's wrong |
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Backpack my way through the thrills of a young man |
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And fast foward with time and it seems that my heart's gone |
