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Couldn't taste the taste that I was tastin' Couldn't hear the waste that I was makin' Tired of the life I was facin' Couldn't tell one from another Couldn't hide a secret from my mother Any other mother wouldn't bother Makin' time breakin' ground Sail brown bay to chocolate town Got me on the porch I'm in the front row Says "shit's for real man" like I don't know Get your punk ass back to the dog show... Makin' time breakin' ground Sail brown bay to chocolate town A new breath I feel the grip releasin' Scraping my guts off of the ceiling I've got that sunny bunny feeling Makin' time breakin' ground Sail brown bay to chocolate town Makin' time breakin' ground Greyhound bus to chocolate town... From Letras Mania