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MANCHESTER ORCHESTRA MEAN EVERYTHING TO NOTHING |
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My Friend Marcus
My friend Marcus, he sleeps in my basement And his father touched more than spirit Now he can hardly sleep, sleep
My friend Marcus, he's got such an ego I beg him oh daily to let go Find your father and find your meaning Please
I don't give a good shit if your lonesome I think that you should go home son Find your father and meaning
Now I can see You mean everything to nothing Now I believe You mean everything
Now I can see You mean everything to nothing Now I believe You mean everything
My friend Marcus, he works on a train set And I still can't move off my broke track He's helping me find my meaning Eventually and hopefully we'll see
And now I believe I mean everything to nothing Now I believe I mean everything
Its funny how many don't know How many don't have a home It's funny how many don't know How many don't have homes oooooh
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