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Possesions never meant anything to me
Im not crazy (cause I got none)
Well thats not true, Ive got a bed and a guitar
And a dog named dog who pisses on my floor
Thats right, Ive got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
Ive got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything imporatnt to me just seems to fall right down my leg
And on the floor
My closest friend linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
Thats me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
Thats me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
Thats me on the back of the bus
Thats me in the cell
Thats me inside your head
Thats me inside your head