| THE WHITE STRIPES | Jumble, Jumble |
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Jumble jumble all at my house come on over sleep on the couch cant even see ya look like a mouse
Crumble crumble the bag is brown rip up the paper to hear a sound pick up the pieces up off the ground
tumble tumble on to the floor roll over until your poor wave to me Im at the door
Why cant you be nicer to me? somebodys screaming looking at the ceiling everythings so funny i dont have any money people dont even know me but they know how to show me
why cant you be nicer to me?
my pride is dying i think im all done lying nobodys sharing so i stop caring all alone and walking nobodys talking
why cant you be nicer to me?
well the wind is blowing where am i going off a bridge and falling nobodys calling on the ground and laying nobodys praying
why cant you be nicer to me?
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