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Don't put your fame on me dry panning from a crooked creek deliver us from your defeat So bronze, bronze, bronze So bronze, bronze, bronze Don't misspell my engrave a name I weigh from wooden slaves we tresspass on an angel's face So bronze, bronze, bronze So bronze, bronze, bronze Don't sell my favourite eye a stranger makes a perfect spy still living someone else's lie So bronze, bronze, bronze So bronze, bronze, bronze |