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Fine Art

You! You are a disaster

You are a master of the fine art

The fine art of falling apart

How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?

How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?

Me? I'm just a bastard

Another master of the fine art

The fine art of falling apart

They're coming back to point and laugh and ask me:

"How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?

How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?

How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?

How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?

How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?"

Burn it down

You pour the gas

And I'll strike the match

And we'll turn our back on this pile of ash

And the only things left

Will be the bones of our promises

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