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Burning substance
Laughing faintly
The way the fog used too
Got an eggshell
We built an eggshell
I have a new road
Try it on
I got a castle
I got some cattle
They call me something
They drown me in mud
I am in the same shade
I have a horse ride sell
I built an eggshell
To live in
I bought old clothes
Used clothes
I am every bit as shallow
As shallow as you
Someone tell me my rights
Everyone can have my old clothes
I built an eggshell
I built a picture
I formed a portrait
I burned them all with gasonline
Its not better this way
But its alright
Its okay
There's just nothing you can say.
The way the fog used too
Got an eggshell
We built an eggshell
I have a new road
Try it on
I got a castle
I got some cattle
They call me something
They drown me in mud
I am in the same shade
I have a horse ride sell
I built an eggshell
To live in
I bought old clothes
Used clothes
I am every bit as shallow
As shallow as you
Someone tell me my rights
Everyone can have my old clothes
I built an eggshell
I built a picture
I formed a portrait
I burned them all with gasonline
Its not better this way
But its alright
Its okay
There's just nothing you can say.
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