it's never cold enough
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my rubik's cube is never solved
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unless taken apart
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i'm hung from the highest tree
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the birds won't nest in me
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as the slingshots take aim
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the bull's eye is on my frame
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can't hold a candle to it
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separates as I unglue it
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and falls to pieces that gather
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it's like the tiny things i keep my hearts on my sleeve
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it's not that simple for me
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cannot clean my skin
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overdosed on dexatrim
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and i never lost an ounce
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hold my dinner down
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as the room spins around
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this one trick pony has broken it's back
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Something Fierce
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| Impossibles |
