You're Worth The Whole World

Face a word bank and fill in the blanks

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The hearts you've ever dropped

He chews your own arm off for a drop, the glass absorbs your pain

By the speeding dash line crash

But the hearts are empty, you have no paint and that's the point

It's blank city baby where the buildings get stepped on

And all the red carpets they fade

Now the barbers don't courtesy hairwash

But the Devil will crop just your long hair

And the Devil's (?)

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My dimes are full

I carry a sad dollar

They play me six Decembers

If you can cast my face for any paint that's left

I feel so (wild?)