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"Broken Glowsticks"

The potion that they make
It only takes an hour to brew
The ingredients are the greedy entrails
And the blood of our recruits

I'm talking coke,
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking a father from his father's top
I'm talked woahs,
I'm talking oohs and wah-wahs,
They put that pedal in the metal pie
Yeah

Here's a bag
It's filled with money
To whoever gets it first
Here's a bag
Its filled with money
To whoever makes it quick and clean.
The criminal cracker heals and sends you
Back to Papa's field.
The criminal cracker heals and sends you
Back to Papa's field.
(She's a cutter)

I'm talking coke
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking coke
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking coke
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking coke
I'm talking broken glowsticks

And I'll never make it
And I'll never make it home (home)
Cause they will never let me go
They will never let me go home (home)

Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
(I turn)(And I turn)
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
(I turn)(And I turn)

And I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking broken glowsticks
I'm talking broken glowsticks
Broken glowsticks
Broken glowsticks

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