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Trash your plate of chips For the crime it yields Monday gone to the memory worm But tell the same town Don’t ever look down A death at last You found your shift Well it ain’t enough No, not even close Run for the deep end you know it you What can it prove? Run for the deep end and always do What can it prove? There’s a wax for less It’ll let you down That jerk in you won’t stop shivering Too soon in hell to pontificate But there’s that smell You got used to it Run for the deep end you know it you What can it prove? Run for the deep end and always do What can it prove? Letras de canciones Suddenly, quenelle’s comfort me If for no reason, I love you too But what can I do? From Letras Mania