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You're a diamond stone, |
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overthrowing kings, |
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while I'm on the gallows. |
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You've gathered flowers, |
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from the broken tree, |
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with a few last dollars, |
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I went all in... again. |
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Why is every cover, |
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that hides their wreck below. |
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When you gonna run to the fire? |
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Are gonna love through the war? |
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When you gonna know I'm liar? |
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When you gonna want a little more? |
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You bring me shade, |
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'cause I just got burned, |
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and I cannot shake it. |
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Will you hold me up? |
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'Cause it's all the Earth |
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and the water's wasted. |
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The wind has blown me down. |
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When you gonna run to the fire? |
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Are gonna love through the war? |
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When you gonna know I'm liar? |
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When you gonna want a little more. |
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Ooooo |
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Ooooo |
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Ooooo... |