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Well have you been to the broken bricks girl |
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Snuck down through the cyclone fence |
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Past the caution tape and the security gate |
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Back way to the break room bench |
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Well there's a little corner where you first got kissed |
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And felt your boyfriends fist and made the company list |
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And there's a little spot where your dad ate lunch |
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And your brother landed his first punch yeah, yeah |
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Well have you been to the broken bricks girl |
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Seen the barrels that they left behind |
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Seen the machine that cut aluminum clean |
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And got tape from the caution sign |
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And broke into the window panes |
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Just a rusty colored rain that drives a man insane |
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You try to jump over water but you land in oil |
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Climb the ladder up a broken crane yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Don't go to the broken bricks girl |
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It's not a place that you want to be |
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Think of the spot your father spent his life |
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Demolition calls it building C |
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Demolition calls it building C now |
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Demolition calls it building C now, yeah |
