the white stripes
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Jumble jumble all at my house come on over sleep on the couch can't even see ya look like a mouse Crumble crumble the bag is brown rip up the paper to hear a sound pick up the pieces up off the ground tumble tumble on to the floor roll over until your poor wave to me I'm at the door Why can't you be nicer to me? somebody's screaming looking at the ceiling everything's so funny i don't have any money people don't even know me but they know how to show me why can't you be nicer to me? my pride is dying i think i'm all done lying nobody's sharing so i stop caring all alone and walking nobody's talking why can't you be nicer to me? well the wind is blowing where am i going off a bridge and falling nobody's calling on the ground and laying nobody's praying why can't you be nicer to me?