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Ready? Go
Pleasure is melting like chocolate
My blue ribbon gumption is gone
All my gravy must have soaked into something and the world
The filthy steps, the cold concrete
The phony earth below my feet
The ancient odor of the street
Yes, the world (the world) it is a sponge
The world (the world)
And when the crisis passes
When the coast is clear
I'll be buffed down to a liquid
The world (the world) it is a sponge
The world (the world) it is a sponge
The world (the world)
Throughout this entire ugly outing
I've been mumbling the convex of what I should be shouting
But I'll soon be silent, you'll soon hear nothing
'Cause the world (the world) it is a sponge
The world (the world) it is a sponge
The world (the world) it is a sponge
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