Comparing fine distinctions
between competing counterfeits
and getting stuck in gloomtown
and hoo the place is the pits
I tell myself the same thing everyday
hard to believe but the alternative's worse
left thinking nothing will ever change
that it is fate or a kind of curse
the rhythm isn't right but I'm stuck with it
at least for a few more lines
I ain't no kind of pretty jungle boy
swinging in on any vines
How can I believe this is the real one
and not some stupid counterfeit
How can I be sure what's happened so far
When you get right down to it
what
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