| So you thought you could handle it — yeah didn’t they all
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| So look at the shape that you’re in
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| But fools never compromise — they go out in flames
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| So out with the old, in with the new
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| What in the world has happened to you
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| What goes on in that little toy brain
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| Who’ll sweep out the wreckage, who’ll sing the refrain
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| And after the smoke clears — is there anything left
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| Did you wash it all away
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| So you cried like a baby asking for more — still you don’t know where you’ve
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| been
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| Ain’t it high time you woke up, took a good look around
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| You’re killing yourself — damning your soul — all in the name of sweet rock and
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| roll
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| What goes on in that little toy brain
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| Who’ll sweep out the wreckage, who’ll sing the refrain
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| And after the smoke clears — is there anything left
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| Did you wash it all away
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| «Hold me, I’m lonely,» you say to yourself
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| The only one who will listen now
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| So what does it mean if you finally explain you were never good at apologies
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| I’ve got some pride left, but it’s plain to see
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| It’s been earmarked for emergency
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| So what ever happened to your blind faith — did it crumble away
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| Like me, like me
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| What goes on in that little toy brain
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| Who’ll sweep out the wreckage, who’ll sing the refrain
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| And after the smoke clears — is there anything left
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| Did you wash it all away
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| Did you wash it all away
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| Did you wash it all away
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| Tell me what goes on in that little toy brain |