| All the things I’ve done will make me strong
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| I make the same mistakes everyday
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| The consequence of ignorance, irrational green
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| The color of the innate sky, no distance in between
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| If I were a bull, you’d be my china shop
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| And I break everything everything everything
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| If I were a bull, you’d be my china shop
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| And I break everything everything
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| Lord knows just how I won’t stop
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| Red hot bread, now for fifty seven cents
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| And the time to keep my baby on the line
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| The smell of scene, the kerosene, the work of man’s mind
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| Come with me, I’ll burn the bridge, I’ll make it your while
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| If I were a bull, you’d be my china shop
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| And I break everything everything everything
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| If I were a bull, you’d be my china shop
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| And I break everything everything
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| Lord knows just how I won’t stop |