| And decode the message that is bearly hidden
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| If you never drew a well you still make quite the
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| Antagonist
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| People often talk to me about you
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| Every single one with an axe to grind
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| People like to see if i care
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| I think
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| Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys
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| With all the shiny toys
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| With all the shiny toys
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| I was five and you were five and a half
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| We cut about and we would have a laugh
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| But I swear this meander had faded past our verge
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| And now you are so far away
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| Your brother never liked me, I was strangely fond of him
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| Blackened my left eye on an odd sadistic whim
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| Apples falling close to trees
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| Rotting at the core
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| Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys
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| With all the shiny toys
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| With all the shiny toys
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| Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys
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| With all the shiny toys
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| With all the shiny toys
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| As I’ve grown older I’ve grown more considerate
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| You was all material graces, still misfortunate
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| At the mercy of a God, his test you aren’t aware
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| You’re failing miserably
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| Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys
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| With all the shiny toys
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| With all the shiny toys
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| Oh, the boy with all the shiny toys
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| With all the shiny toys
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| With all the shiny
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| Toys |