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Jimmy Brown,
Made of stone.
Charlie Clown,
No way home.
Bringing on the dancing horses,
Headless and all alone,
Shiver and say the words,
Of every lie you've heard.
First I'm gonna make it,
Then I'm gonna break it,
Till it falls apart.
Hating all the faking,
And shaking while I'm breaking,
Your brittle heart.
Billy stands,
All alone.
Sinking sand,
Skin and bone.
Bring on the dancing horses,
Wherever they may roam,
Shiver and say the words,
Of every lie you've heard.
First I'm gonna make it,
Then I'm gonna break it,
Till it falls apart.
Hating all the faking,
And shaking while I'm breaking,
Your brittle heart.
Brittle heart,
Brittle heart,
And my little heart,
Goes.
Jimmy Brown,
Made of stone.
Charlie Clown,
No way home.
First I'm gonna make it,
Then I'm gonna break it,
Till it falls apart.
Hating all the faking,
And shaking while I'm breaking,
Your brittle heart.
Bring on the new messiah,
Wherever he may roam...
Brittle heart,
Brittle heart,
And our little hearts.
Go.
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