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And run over by herd of angry buffalo
Buffalo

I think I can, I think I can
I think I can, I think I can

Some days I feel like I'm the weakest
And others the strongest, these days are the longest

Well I'm sure they'll feel so much better
With the illusion that they're helping out those sinners

And I can't imagine wishing for more
I've paid for my crimes

Sorry guys, here's a solo
And it's harder to be yourself than it is to be anybody else

And with their bloody hands
They dig for oil

It's a top-bottom, rock-smoking magic mask making it bleed
Feeling sweet, getting weird

You respected the sport and you could afford it
A hundred hobbies you have outlived

I tried bandages and shit
I tried praying to it

To try to find a home or someplace to thrive.
It feels great to be alive except for all those times we feel dead.

It's like the Gift of the Magi
More like the Gift of the Magi 2

You don't know sorrow
You don't know what it's like

No, you don't want to fuck with me
How dare you try and fuck with me

Broadcasting all my memories in a clear and vivid picture
His tongue became a staircase, his uvula - The knocker

We drink our juice from broken cups.
And we hurt those that mean most to us.

And I truly believe
That we are capable of good as well

I'm gonna set your son on fire
I'm gonna set your son on fire

You don't want to fuck with me
No, you don't want to fuck with me

These are our ideals
These are our demands