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Pop/matlock |
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They call me mr. dynamite |
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I blow things up in black and white |
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An end to your charade |
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A button i have made must be pushed |
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There is no reason for the sky |
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When i'm on fire with your lies |
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So if i can win this fight |
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Then call me mr. dynamite |
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So here we stand |
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Both you and i |
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We're face to face |
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But eye to eye? |
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Tomorrow you may change |
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And i would be betrayed, my friend... |
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Oh mommy mommy mommy |
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Do you remember mr. dynamite? |
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You know that guy from down the block |
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He blew things up in black and white |
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Yesterday he changed |
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Today he is betrayed |
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In the street |
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On the ground |
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The neighbors gather 'round |
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Poor mr. dynamite |