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If you'd release my hand, I could trampoline
Right through the roof
Or hit the ceiling
Well it might hurt, and I might bleed
But some elbow grease will get your carpet clean
Where's God now I'm dying?
Can't do that, I've barely done my living
My blood runs black with hate
Can't save me with blind faith
You can't rely on some little stranger
To fill your life with sweet danger
So smash it up girl, invent your own world
Where moths are the light and only mammoths burn
