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Fine Art Lyrics
You, you’re a disaster
You’re a master
Of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
How’d you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How’d you get your arms to bend back like that?
How’d you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How’d you get your arms to bend back like that?
Me I’m just a bastard
Another master
Of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
They’re coming back to point and laugh and ask me
How’d you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How’d you get your arms to bend back like that?
How’d you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How’d you get your arms to bend back like that?
How’d you get your arms to bend back like that?
Burn it down
So you pour the gas and I’ll strike the match
And we’ll turn our back on this pile of ash
So you pour the gas and I’ll strike the match
And we’ll turn our back on this pile of ash
And the only things left, will be the bones of our promises
And the only things left, will be the bones of our promises
You’re a master
Of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
How’d you get your arms to bend back like that?
How’d you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How’d you get your arms to bend back like that?
Another master
Of the fine art
The fine art of falling apart
They’re coming back to point and laugh and ask me
How’d you get your arms to bend back like that?
How’d you manage to stab yourself in the back?
How’d you get your arms to bend back like that?
And we’ll turn our back on this pile of ash
So you pour the gas and I’ll strike the match
And we’ll turn our back on this pile of ash
And the only things left, will be the bones of our promises
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