| I can’t be in love if it’s plastic
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| To live on my own just seems tragic
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| But we’ll raise our swords high when our day comes
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| You thought it was gold but it was bronze
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| So get here in time when our day comes
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| You thought it was gold but it was bronze
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| Get here in time when our day comes
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| You thought it was gold but it was bronze
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| So I guess it’s goodbye now, it’s over
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| Nothing much changed, we’re just older
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| But if I see you again back in detox
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| Put my remains in my snuff box
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| So get here in time when our day comes
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| You thought it was gold but it was bronze
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| Get here in time when our day comes
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| You thought it was gold but it was bronze
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| Well it’s not long now till it’s over
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| Nothing much changed, we’re just older
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| But if I see you again back in detox
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| Put my remains in my snuff box
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| So get here in time when our day comes
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| You thought it was gold but it was bronze
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| Get here in time when our day comes
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| You thought it was gold but it was bronze |