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Donkey Style
[Well, the prophets are in their unmarked graves and the idols are all torn down,
The temples are burnin’, and it’s a beautiful sound,
There’s no one left to show me a thing I can’t find out for myself,
Mama can’t even stop this train I thought she could when I was twelve,
I don’t know how it started, so many lost and broken hearted in the end,
So break me if you want to, but I’m not gonna bend.]
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