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Kenny

Kenny talks and plays with me
But no one cares or even sees
People act as if it's a disease
But me and kenny shoot the breeze

At the lunch table I make a space
The space is for Kenny
people give me a nasty face
No one sits at our table, not many

Me and parents had a talk
It was a sunday morning walk
They looked at me and said
I think it's time bro
You sleep with him in bed
Kenny must go

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