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White Stripes, The - JumbleJumble

Jumble jumble

all at my house

come on over

sleep on the couch

can't 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

I'm at the door



Why can't you be nicer to me?

somebody's screaming

looking at the ceiling

everything's so funny

i don't have any money

people don't even know me

but they know how to show me



why can't you be nicer to me?



my pride is dying

i think i'm all done lying

nobody's sharing

so i stop caring

all alone and walking

nobody's talking



why can't you be nicer to me?



well the wind is blowing

where am i going

off a bridge and falling

nobody's calling

on the ground and laying

nobody's praying



why can't you be nicer to me?
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