You! You are a disaster
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You are a master of the fine art
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The fine art of falling apart
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How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
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How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?
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Me? I'm just a bastard
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Another master of the fine art
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The fine art of falling apart
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They're coming back to point and laugh and ask me:
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"How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
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How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?
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How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?
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How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?
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How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?"
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Burn it down
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You pour the gas
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And I'll strike the match
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And we'll turn our back on this pile of ash
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And the only things left
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Will be the bones of our promises
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Fine Art
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| The Limousines |
