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A rare and wicked skill |
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To change the light or weather |
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No room was spared |
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No mood shown her mercy |
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I was a tireless fool |
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I thought I could do better |
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I left in flames, a paper shade |
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Hanging from a light |
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And when it came to |
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The wrecking ball |
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She swung it effortlessly |
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Like it had no weight at all |
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And when it came to her victories |
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The genus names of all the flowers |
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That were feeding off her amazing glow |
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I changed my master plan |
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I changed my friends and city |
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I go to sleep, I still wake up screaming |
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A dream so full and real |
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You'd think I would know better |
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I try to stave off a new day from rising |
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And when it came to |
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The wrecking ball |
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She swung it effortlessly |
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Like it had no weight at all |
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And when it came to her victories |
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The genus names of all the flowers |
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That were feeding off her amazing glow |
