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?)