There was bread
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Now it's crumbs
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Inside each head
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There's a piece that's small and dumb
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When something's big and beautiful give it time
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I'll make it small and dirty
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Just to make it mine
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I'll make it mine
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I'll be King of the Heap
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I'll make it mine
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I'll be King of the Heap
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There were pools
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Now they're murk
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Gold dust in mud and
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Now all our play is work
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Aggression is on every lip like stones on violins
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Losing is the end result
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Of far too many wins
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I'll make it mine
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I'll be King of the Heap
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I'll make it mine
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I'll be King of the Heap
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It's bulldozing time
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While you're asleep
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I'll make it mine
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I'll be King of the Heap
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Turn the wheel and breathe the blackened sky
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Hollow out and suck the marrow dry
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Now it's gone
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Hey them there hills
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Will soon be holes
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I will wear them down with files of gain and greed and goals
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Under grass and rocks and dirt
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It's warm inside the earth
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That is where I'm going
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I'm gonna pack it in my purse
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And make it mine
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I'll be King of the Heap
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I'll make it mine
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I'll be King of the Heap
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It's bulldozing time
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While you're asleep
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I'll make it mine
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I'll be King of the Heap
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Turn the wheel
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Turn the wheel
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Breathe the blackened sky
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Turn the wheel
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Turn it, turn the wheel
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King Of The Heap
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| The Odds |
