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Once there was a man who was made out of glass |
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A castaway man whom everyone did pass |
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Don't waste your words on me |
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I've crossed the line, I don't care |
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I'm waiting for that final day |
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To break that goddamned bottle's neck, yeah |
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Once there was a man who dreamt of six feet high |
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A castaway man who now just wants to die |
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Don't waste your love on me |
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I've changed my mind, I don't care |
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A step away from that final day |
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To break the goddamned bottle's neck |
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Rejoice, the pig is dead |
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Fell on his knees and blew away his head |
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Make noise, the pig is dead |
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Running on empty, no more shit to shed |
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The shotgun sang |
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No choice, he's done, he's dead |
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Down on his knees, he blew away his head |
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Make noise, the pig is dead |
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Running on empty, no more shit to shed |
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The shotgun sang |
