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I am the ex-offender
They let me out in the summer
I think I was in a coma
I didn't know what to do
Oh no(go round, go round, go round)
Il watch myself hang on
Look out for the Bugman
I got no sense of existence
I know the nodding dogs
I go out in the city
I stay away from the bugs
I go out in the city
I stay away from the bugs
I go out in the city, I go out in the city
Look out for the bugmanstay away from the bugs(space is the place)
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