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Stumbling

never really liked the way I stumble stumble, stumble stumble and stumble where’s the song we used to stumble over the words because at least i could enjoy the jumping and stumbling of the tape it was a red van, not a white one so we always knew it was him who was giving the good kind of candy, and not type that makes you fall asleep you know what i’m talking about so now i’m stumbling over words stumbling over people i didn’t know there was a dead squirrel on the stairs why is there a dead squirrel on the stairs?? now i’m stumbled and stumped thinking about that red van who’s driving it now does the tape still jump or maybe it’s jumping back to the same place now that he’s gone it never jumped like that when we met him for the first time i guess all of the cassettes had to stumble for a while now he’s got the unstumbled cassettes of all our little adventures nothing missing, nothing broken live on channel 37

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