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From Incubus's album: Fungus Amongus

The evening began as a positive swaret
And my abode was 4-2-0 G.
But little did I know that in the very next apartment
There^,d be trouble on the brew for me!
Ubiquitous I wish I could be
Because the clock cuts short my own day!
One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass
Upon the cushion that supports my array!
Can this be?
Trouble!!!
So if I may, slip you a tip.
You^,d best stay away from 4-2-1.
Trouble!!!
So get high the green way.
So get by the green way...yes!
I knocked upon their door
In hopes of bidding them their welcome
And instead I was caught by an eye.
His pupil was wide open
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Kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00.
It was indoubadoubly dose derived.
It was then that they took me
And shined their light between my eyes.
He said "What are ya new?
Why are you here? What^,s the catch?
Why not explain in clear? Why you^,re peakin around?!"
I wish I could^,ve just kept to my own.
My hospitality has been too well spent and I^,ve paid my rent!
I should^,ve kept my thoughts, on who might^,ve been inside
So that my mind could sit and delude my pride!
I beg my common sense to keep my
Neighbor out away from my front door
Until I find a way
To hide myself from those in 4-2-1.......one
...One away from the good one
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