| And I can’t see why you’re cryin' loud.
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| Right down the street you’re walking proud.
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| You fiend. |
| You crave.
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| You’re trippin' now.
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| So in the street you’re lyin' down.
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| Wasted down on the couch.
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| Wasted now you’re in doubt.
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| The sun strikes back.
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| Breathing.
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| To burn you down.
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| Melting.
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| And in your room.
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| Wasted.
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| You’re in full bloom.
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| And I told you… you’re goin' down.
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| You spit a mouthful of lies.
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| Another spirit dies.
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| I’m gonna soften you up.
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| You spit a mouthful of lies.
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| I cut you under the eyes.
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| You’re just here for the serving.
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| Wasted down on the couch.
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| Wasted now you’re in doubt.
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| Scatter brained and hopeless,
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| You’re so godless and sick.
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| Well here’s your misery.
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| Bite down and grind your teeth away.
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| Well here’s your misery.
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| Won’t live to breath another day.
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| And I watch you sleep in your river.
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| I told you right from the start.
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| I had to settle the score.
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| You were gonna get it.
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| I think you spoke too soon.
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| It’s time to lick your wounds.
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| My fist made the connection.
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| I think you spoke too soon.
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| It’s time to lick your wounds.
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| Your pain will be my infliction.
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| You came to me in acid bath.
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| Come clean.
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| You fucking junkie.
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| I’m gonna throw you away.
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| You came to me in acid bath.
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| Come clean.
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| You fucking sellout.
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| I’m gonna put you away.
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| I think you spoke too soon.
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| It’s time to lick your wounds.
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| My fist made the connection.
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| I think you spoke too soon.
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| It’s time to lick your wounds.
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| Your pain will be my infliction. |