| Wrecking ball against the brickwork
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| Red clay tumbling to the dirt
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| Debris falling all around me
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| While I’m just slowly crumbling 'erb
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| It’s like I see it all in time lapse
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| Crustaceans race across the ocean floor
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| You lack the key to the lock
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| My life is an open door
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| I live it like it’s golden
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| A Jill Scott slogan
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| I’m Gil Scott-Heron's ghost
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| (Gil Scott-Heron's ghost)
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| It’s still shot frozen
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| Will Bill stop posing?
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| It’s still what Heaven knows
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| (Still only Heaven knows)
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| My heart once golden
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| Is now just broken
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| We rust in the same way
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| (Rust in the same way)
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| The man of steel
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| Turns green, turns brown, turns orange
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| Then the flakes just break away (Break away)
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| Fade to grey (Fade to grey)
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| Wrecking ball to your heart
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| Only the framework left
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| You’re the sole survivor
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| So bring out the dead
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| Your neck in a noose
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| Nicotine and regret
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| A lead shell for your chest
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| Guillotine for your head
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| Falling in slo-mo
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| Bullets are snail pace
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| Put on my game face
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| I’m breaking the stalemate
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| Playing the chess game
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| Or video arcade
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| You’re fucking with hard whites
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| Turning to dark grey
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| Dealing with dark black
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| Your body the spectrum
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| Intergalactic
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| Another dimension
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| The end of the rainbow
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| Gaining momentum
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| Mental development
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| The sound of ascension
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| And we’re taking the next step
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| Raising the level up
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| Arisen a rebel
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| You just do what the Devil does
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| My soul is golden
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| I hope that it never rusts
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| My heart is open
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| My word is forever, love
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| Ash to ash
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| Dust to dust
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| I swing the wrecking ball
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| Rust!
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| Rust!
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| Lightning flash
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| Thunderous
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| I swing the wrecking ball
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| Rust!
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| Rust! |