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    All I, all I, all I, all I wanted
    Was a bit of bread
    Mama called me disappointment
    Papa called me fat
    I like it garlic, rye and brown
    Banana, honeybun
    Brioche, focaccia, naan
    Bagel, baguette and croissant

    I like it black and white
    I like it thick and fried
    It's always on my mind

    Bread
    (Bread, bread-bread)
    (B-bread, bread-bread)
    (Bread, bread-bread)
    (B-bread, bread-bread)

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    Look at my bakery
    I got some cake, I got it flavory
    It's hot and spicy, sweet and savory
    Bake it, cook it, make it right
    Matzo, pizza make me high
    Sold my mom for piece of pie, bye, bye

    Oh, mamma mia
    That was a bad idea
    Explosive diarrhea
    That gluten's really bad
    But sorry
    Bread makes me kinda horny
    My homies tried to warn me
    I'm celiac and dead

    Bread
    (Bread, bread-bread)
    (B-bread, bread-bread)
    (Achoo!)

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    Composition: Anya Nami

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