| Cold hearted from the Western meds, going coast to coast
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| Deep rooted into madness
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| Funny, cause she likes to boast
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| No curing Colonel Mustard, honey
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| He’s beyond pretend
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| Get chummy with the don’t know-bodies
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| High flying off the vantage ledge
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| Hoping that you’d float
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| Fake finger and an old gun slinger
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| Going haute to broke
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| No Wooly Bully blunder covers
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| He’s beyond pretend
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| Dry-heavin' and we all get even, it’s the master plan
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| And I need you to know
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| My heart ain’t made of stone
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| My heart ain’t made for rehashing the past til I explode
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| And I need you to know
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| My heart ain’t made of stone
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| My heart ain’t made for rehashing the past til I ex-
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| Whole hearted, Mr. Madness Money
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| Is a faulty man
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| Bed buggy and galactic druggy
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| Headed for Japan
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| I don’t wanna give it up for nothin', living on the mend
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| Mouth breathin' and we all get even, it’s the master plan
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| And I need you to know
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| My heart ain’t made of stone
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| My heart ain’t made for rehashing the past til I explode
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| And I need you to know
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| My heart ain’t made of stone
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| My heart ain’t made for rehashing the past til I explode
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| And I need you to know
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| My heart ain’t made of stone
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| My heart ain’t made for rehashing the past til I explode
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| And I need you to know
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| My heart ain’t made of stone
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| And I need you to know
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| My heart ain’t made of stone
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| And I need you to know
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| My heart ain’t made of stone
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| My heart ain’t made… |