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Lyrics:
My friend Marcus, he sleeps in my basement
His father touched more than spirit
Now he can hardly sleep, sleep
I don't give a good shit if your lonesome
I think that you should go home, son
Find your father and your meaning
Now I can see
You mean everything to nothing
Now I believe
You mean everything, woo!
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 on my broke track
He's helping me find my meaning
Now I can see
You mean everything to nothing
Now I believe
You mean everything
It's funny how many don't know
How many of us don't have homes
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