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Gonna buy me a bucket and a hammer of nails |
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Board up the windows and head for the trails |
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And that's what i get for sticking my chin out |
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Well a kick in the teeth and a mind full of doubt |
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I brought this on for my own hands |
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The precious disgrace from my own hands |
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If i could freeze time in my own hands |
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Story of a quarryman |
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Left my home with the shirt on my back |
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Built my empire on a dry haystack |
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To break it down a one by one |
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And back in |
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Cali and tired and alone |
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I brought this on by my own hands |
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The precious disgrace from my own hand |
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If i could freeze time in my own hands |
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Story of a quarryman |
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Traces of life blowing in the sand |
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The cornerstone of my piece of dry land |
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So hand me that hop and some of that wine |
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I'll drink you away by the end of this line |
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I brought this on by my own hands |
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The precious disgrace from my own hands |
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If i could freeze time in my own hands |
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Story of a quarryman |
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Story of a quarryman |
