All my style
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all my grace
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All I tried to save my face
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All my guts, try to spill
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All my holes, try to fill
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All my money been a long time spent
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On my drugs, on my rent
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On my saving philosophy
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It goes, one in the bank, and the rest for me
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It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile
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All lit up and I start to smile
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If I, catch fire then I change my aim
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Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
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Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
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My momma, lonely maid
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Got her buns in the oven, and she never got laid
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My papa, renaissance man,
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Sailed away and he never came back again
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All my troubles on a burning pile
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All lit up and I start to smile
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If I, catch fire then I change my aim
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Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
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Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh all your woe begones be gone
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I said all your troubles, you don't need a thing
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All my troubles on a burning pile
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All lit up and I start to smile
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If I, catch fire then I change my aim
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Throw my troubles at the world again
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It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile
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All lit up and I start to smile
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If I, catch fire then I'll take my turn
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To burn burn and burn, and burn and burn
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Burning Pile
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Mother Mother |