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Single book of matches, gonna burn whats standing in the way,
Roaring down the mountain, now theyre calling on the fire brigade
Bury all the pictures, and tell the kids that Im okay,
If Im forgotten, theyll remember me for today
Aiiiaiiiaiii, I wont ever be your cornerstone
Aiiiaiiiaiii
All the black inside of me, is slowly seeping from the bone,
Everything I cherish, is slowly dying or its gone.
Little shaken babies and drunkards seem to all agree
Once the show gets started its bound to be a sight to see
Aiiiaiiiaiii, I wont ever be your cornerstone
Aiiiaiiiaiii, I dont want to be here holding on
Aiiiaiiiaiii, I wont ever be your cornerstone.
Aiiiaiiiaiii
Watch her roll,
Can you feel it?
Watch her roll,
Can you feel it?
Watch her roll,
Can you feel it?
Watch her roll,
Can you feel it?
Aiiaiiiaiii, I wont ever be your cornerstone.
Aiiiaiiiaii, I dont want to be here holding on.
Aiiaiiiaiii, I wont ever be your cornerstone.
Aiiaiiiaii.