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I was born inside a baseball bat,
It's said they never found me,
I was never quite the same,
As someone else around me.

I found my way inside a paper jam,
And I never came back,
Through the window cam,
Or the door running slack.

I found my way inside a paper jam,
And I always came back.
My home is a turkey ham,
That's burnung turning black.

When I turned up I was to the max,
my ideas were all flappy,
But the statue made of wax,
Was a little triggerhappy.

I found my way inside a paper jam,
And I sometimes came back.
I didn't know it was a scam,
'Til my head held a crack.

I found my way inside a paper jam,
And I nearly came back.
I sold my nation by the gram,
but I had to buy it back.
Corona Corona