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Clogged up, runny nose Messed up, ***** clothes Always running slow Don't know where to go I'm finding it I'm finding it I'm finding it, though Help me fit in your shoes What do I need to do? You can ride on my coattails Whenever I'm through Hungry for knowledge I'm picking up speed I want it much more It's lust now. It's greed I want to know more Than you ever will When it's all said and done I'll be stuffed to the gill
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 8:01 PM UTC
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Clogged up, runny nose Messed up, ***** clothes Always running slow Don't know where to go I'm finding it I'm finding it I'm finding it, though Help me fit in your shoes What do I need to do? You can ride on my coattails Whenever I'm through Hungry for knowledge I'm picking up speed I want it much more It's lust now. It's greed I want to know more Than you ever will When it's all said and done I'll be stuffed to the gill
JG, November 2010
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 8:01 PM UTC
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