here comes the wrecking ball dont look like what i thought comes and takes all of us leaves us a cloud of dust so i keep my straight face play dead right where i lay
lights are off but i know my way god knows hes seen it all been hit by wrecking balls
the way her legs are crossed and the way her hair is tossed
here comes the wrecking ball dont look like what i thought comes and takes all of us leaves us a cloud of dust
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