| There’s a price on your head
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| You sold out yourself like you sell out your friends
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| Matter-of-factly and candid
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| Appears the people who loved you took for granted
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| All the red flags and warning signs
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| Flying so flagrantly, obvious in hindsight
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| Now I see them miles away
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| I won’t entertain your bullshit or give you the time of day
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| Your love fell by the wayside
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| Just like you got in for free
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| I don’t care how long I’ve known you
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| Stop fucking talking to me
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| I have no time for snitches and cowards
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| Uproot the weeds from the flowers
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| It’s all come down to this
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| A corpse’s worth of bones to pick
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| Cross your name off my hit list
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| Put you out of your misery and out of my head
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| Rip you off, you’ve become parasitic
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| Clinging for life to the minutes
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| Drowning rats in a bucket
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| All the wicked ones in time will get weeded out
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| The fear in the pit of your stomach
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| Hold it close like you love it
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| I don’t owe you anything
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| I don’t owe you anything
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| I don’t owe you anything
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| I don’t owe you anything
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| Exchanging pleasantries
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| (I don’t owe you anything)
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| With all my enemies
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| It makes no sense to me
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| (I don’t owe you anything)
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| It makes no sense to me
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| They’re fucking dead to me
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| (I don’t owe you anything)
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| They’re fucking dead to me
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| Cross your name off my hit list
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| Put you out of your misery and out of my head
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| Rip you off, you’ve become parasitic
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| Clinging for life to the minutes
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| Drowning rats in a bucket
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| All the wicked ones in time will get weeded out
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| The fear in the pit of your stomach
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| Hold it close like you love it |