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Iâll tell you what I want to hear, dressed up in your souvenir
You can hold it to your heart, but itâs still mine
And if I warn you with a punch, it only ever happens once
First a little hurt, then a crooked spine
The clouds in the sky and a dream come true
And cotton candy in pink and blue
Babies and angels and holding hands
Because Iâm selling somebody the âfuck youâ plan
âFuck youâ plan
Iâll kick you a crumb and a broken chair until you chant that life be fair
Then shower pittance down from my privy tree
And when you concede to that I am the one, donât do it for fame or do it for fun
I do it because you follow, so follow me
The stars in the heavens and garden of truth
A country fair and a kiss from you
Itâs all for the children and your favorite band
And telling everybody here my âfuck youâ plan
âFuck youâ plan
âFuck youâ plan
This is a future historic site of where you lose a crucial fight
That will satisfy my reason to cut your tongue
The torches are lit when the sun goes down - I will rule this broken town
The subordinates know the song, but they ainât gonna sing
The clouds in the sky and a dream come true
And cotton candy in pink and blue
Babies and angels and holding hands
Because Iâm selling somebody the âfuck youâ plan
âFuck youâ plan
Itâs a âfuck youâ planâ¦
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