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"My Jeans"
Came into my room as usually
One look into the closet nearly killed me
My best pair of old, ragged jeans I could not see
One name to fit the culprit was all that came to me
Mother, why did you scrap my jeans?
You know when I get on stage they'd look real mean
So the holes and the skin-tight look are pretty obscene
Mother, why did you scrap my jeans?
So the extremes that I took were pretty stupid
But hiding my jeans in a big, black gig-bag was my only idea
And keep in mind who burns the trash at night
I don't think a big, black gig-bag could escape my sight
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