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A trap, a fold, a hold a myth when set a drift down to the doldrums
Known as Skinny Bones Jones by my lonesome
I couldn't seem to stick with the clique that was in
And I assumed you were supposed to be a friend of them
Then again the Pulitzer Prize wasn't
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