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So you thought you can handle it, yeah, didn't they all? |
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So look at the shape that you're in |
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But fools never compromise, they go out in flames |
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So out with the old, in with the new |
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What in the world has happened to you? |
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What goes on in that little toy brain? |
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Who'll sweep out the wreckage, who'll sing the refrain? |
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And after the smoke clears is there anything left? |
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Did you wash it all away? |
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So you cried like a baby asking for more |
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Still you don't know where you've been |
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Ain't it high time you woke up, took a good look around? |
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You're killing yourself, damnin' your soul |
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All in the name of sweet rock and roll |
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What goes on in that little toy brain? |
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Who'll sweep out the wreckage, who'll sing the refrain? |
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And after the smoke clears, is there anything left? |
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Did you wash it all away? |
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"Hold me, I'm lonely," you say to yourself |
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The only one who will listen now |
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So what does it mean if you finally explain |
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You were never good at apologies? |
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I've got some pride left but it's plain to see |
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It's been earmarked for emergency |
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So what ever happened to your blind faith? |
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Did it crumble away like me, like me? |
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What goes on in that little toy brain? |
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Who'll sweep out the wreckage, who'll sing the refrain? |
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And after the smoke clears is there anything left? |
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Did you wash it all away? |
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Did you wash it all away? |
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Tell me, what goes on in that little toy brain? |
