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You broke me I thought I was bullet proof I am bullet proof But you showed up with a crow bar And magic in a bottle You chipped away at my brick box Handing me comfort through the small holes in a shot glass And pulling me out. How you did it I don't really know And even though I am rebuilding I will rebuild it the same way So you can come back with your crow bar And your magic in a bottle.
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
Magic in a bottle
You broke me I thought I was bullet proof I am bullet proof But you showed up with a crow bar And magic in a bottle You chipped away at my brick box Handing me comfort through the small holes in a shot glass And pulling me out. How you did it I don't really know And even though I am rebuilding I will rebuild it the same way So you can come back with your crow bar And your magic in a bottle.
aria-de-lima
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
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