| Now here’s the truth.
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| I pull the knives out of my back.
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| And give them right back to you.
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| This is the way I choose to cope.
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| My only escape.
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| And you will get what you deserve.
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| I hope you’re listening.
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| Mark my words.
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| And we’re all laughing at you.
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| Behind your back and to your face.
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| You cannot take back what you said.
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| You paint a past you can’t erase.
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| I don’t feel sorry for you.
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| I hope you choke before you speak.
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| So keep my name out of your mouth.
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| You are the f*cking disease.
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| You are the f*cking disease.
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| I’ve got nothing to fight for.
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| So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war.
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| I’m ready to even the score.
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| I’ve got nothing to fight for.
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| So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war.
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| Put a bullet in your f*cking dome b*tch.
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| My disappointments over shadowed by your lack of respect.
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| I f*cking hate you b*tch.
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| This is the way I choose to cope.
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| My only escape.
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| I hope you’re listening.
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| Mark my words.
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| And we’re all laughing at you.
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| Behind your back and to your face.
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| You cannot take back what you said.
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| You paint a past you can’t erase.
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| I don’t feel sorry for you.
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| I hope you choke before you speak.
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| So keep my name out of your mouth.
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| You are the f*cking disease.
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| I’ve got nothing to fight for.
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| So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war.
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| I’m ready to even the score.
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| I’ve got nothing to fight for.
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| So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war. |