Whoooooaah
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Whoooooaah
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Your mother saved you're medals
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She put them in a box in a room
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Basket, base, and footballs
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Plastic creatures from the county zoo
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She thinks about you often
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She has no idea you're rotten
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All the colors have run off and you have been exposed
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Now let me do the talking
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With a hymn and a secret hid beneath a broken heart
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Can you starta˘ć|to pick up the pieces
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A hymn and a secret love
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Beneath a bleacher
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Wham, bam, fold the hand
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Pick up the pieces
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Whoooooaah
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Whoooooaah
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Blessed by your genetics
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You possess a certain aesthetic charm
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But something's disconnected
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And you're quite capable of causing harm
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Your malice is volcanic
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Your insecurity titanic
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Your mood is always manic and I do suppose
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This masquerade's become a habit
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With a hymn and a secret hid beneath a broken heart
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Can you starta˘ć|to pick up the pieces
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A hymn and a secret love beneath the bleacher
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Wham, bam, fold the hand
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Pick up the pieces
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Whoooooaah
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Whoooooaah
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With a hymn and a secret hid beneath a broken heart
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Can you starta˘ć|to pick up the pieces
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A hymn and a secret love beneath a bleacher
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Wham, bam, fold the hand
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Pick up the pieces
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Pick up the pieces
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Whoooooaah
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Whoooooaah
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Pick up the pieces
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Whoooooaah
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Whoooooaah
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Pick up the pieces
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Pick Up The Pieces
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| Eve 6 |
