| This is a story of sin
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| A tale that’s as old as the wind
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| And I played right into his hands
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| We were much thicker than thieves
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| But I was a fool to believe
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| And to show him my secrets and plans
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| He promised riches above and beyond
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| Showed me the ropes and just strung me along
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| Taught me the game, but played me like a pawn
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| And he’d take all my trust and just grind it to dust
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| And now, they say, walk away, boy
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| But the bigger they come, the harder they fall
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| I pray for the days, boy
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| When the bigger they come, the harder they fall
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| Now that the fight’s in my hands
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| I’m wielding the laws of the land
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| And I pray that justice prevails
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| But we know that justice is blind
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| And fate can sometimes be unkind
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| And there is no option to fail
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| So I have prepared and if worst comes to worst
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| I’ll make my own laws till he’s riding a hearse
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| Nothing less will ever quench my thirst
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| For some sweet revenge, I would fight to the and
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| Oh, but, they say, walk away, boy
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| But the bigger they come, the harder they fall
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| I pray for the days, boy
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| When the bigger they come, the harder they fall
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| He promised riches above and beyond
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| Showed me the ropes and just strung me along
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| Taught me the game, but played me like a pawn
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| And he’d take all my trust and just grind it to dust
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| And now, they say, walk away, boy
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| But the bigger they come, the harder they fall
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| I pray for the days, boy
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| When the bigger they come, the harder they fall
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| They say, walk away, boy
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| But the bigger they come, the harder they fall
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| I pray we’ll see the days, boy
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| When the bigger they come, the harder they fall |