| All my style
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| All my grace
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| All I tried to save my face
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| All my guts, try to spill
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| All my holes, try to fill
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| All my money been a long time spent
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| On my drugs, on my rent
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| On my saving philosophy
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| It goes, one in the bank, and the rest for me
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| It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile
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| All lit up and I start to smile
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| If I catch fire then I change my aim
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| Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
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| My momma, lonely maid
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| Got her buns in the oven, and she never got laid
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| My papa, Renaissance man
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| Sailed away and he never came back again
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| All my troubles on a burning pile
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| All lit up and I start to smile
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| If I catch fire then I change my aim
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| Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
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| All your woe begones be gone
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| I said all your troubles, you don't need a thing
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| All my troubles on a burning pile
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| All lit up and I start to smile
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| If I catch fire then I change my aim
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| Throw my troubles at the world again
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| It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile
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| All lit up and I start to smile
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| If I catch fire then I'll take my turn
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| To burn burn and burn, and burn and burn |