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Yeah sure, I’m bumpy and cold
Oh Yeah Yeah sure, I’m dirty and old Oh Yeah But if you would please look inside of me You will see Just as crescent as a moon I feel so sad I wish people would see I’m not so bad Would you please look inside of me Yes you will see Wash once to see I’m not as dirty as I seem No dusty dirt down under me I’m beautiful you see Please just look inside of me Yeah sure, I’ve been broken on the outside Oh Yeah Thrown against the wall Oh Yeah You just don’t see Would you please look inside of me I’m not as dirty as I seem Reach down and pick me up Dust me off, clean me up So you can see me If you look inside of me Oh don’t step on me!! Crush…crush…
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