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I stumble through the wreckage,
Rusted from the rain.
There's nothing left to salvage,
No one left to blame.
Among the broken mirrors,
I don't look the same.
I'm rusted from the rain.
I'm rusted from the rain.
Dissect me 'til me blood runs
Down into the drain.
My bitter heart is pumping
Oil into my veins.
I'm nothing but a tin man,
Don't feel any pain.
I don't feel any pain.
I don't feel any pain.
I'm rusted from the rain.
Go on, crush me like a flower
Rusted from the rain.
C'mon strip me of my power
Beat me with the chains.
And if I'm the King of cowards,
You're the Queen of pain.
I'm rusted from the rain.
I'm rusted from the rain.
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Rusted from the rain.
There's nothing left to salvage,
No one left to blame.
Among the broken mirrors,
I don't look the same.
I'm rusted from the rain.
I'm rusted from the rain.
Dissect me 'til me blood runs
Down into the drain.
My bitter heart is pumping
Oil into my veins.
I'm nothing but a tin man,
Don't feel any pain.
I don't feel any pain.
I don't feel any pain.
I'm rusted from the rain.
Rusted from the rain.
C'mon strip me of my power
Beat me with the chains.
And if I'm the King of cowards,
You're the Queen of pain.
I'm rusted from the rain.
I'm rusted from the rain.
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