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Mean Mr. Mustard sayshe's bored with life in the dead stream.
Can't afford French corner high,says it gets old real quick.
And he pails up next to meand scrawled on the pavementit says,
Son, time is all the luck you need.
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But if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied and I won't betraythe things that I hide. There's not enough years underneath this buildfor me to admit the way that I felt.
Mean Mr. Mustard saysdon't be the wave that crashesfrom a sea of discontenthe says he's wrestled with that blanket.
It leaves you cold and wetany way you stretch it.
Divide at the feet disease of my youthand watch that you don't catch it.
Chorus:I'm the wave that crashes from a sea that turns it self.I'm inside out every chance I get to see what it's like in hell.
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There's not enough years underneath this build for me to admit the waythat I felt
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