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written by DeLonge

Like the grains of sand on the beach,

like the breath of a baby bottom,

Mark's fingers the smell of dog,

I often wonder where he stuck them.

So don't feel torn, whethered, battered, Ashamed that all has gone wrong,

I learned that even I don't know best,

when it comes to my friend Mark... and my dog.
-Tom

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