| This is the film, close to the third act and the misery
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| It’s not rain you rapist werewolves, it’s God pissing down on you
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| You won’t die alone 'cause I’ll break off my own arms
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| Sharpen my bones, stab you once for each time
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| I thought you were trying to take something
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| You’ll never be good enough to even look upon
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| It’s better to push something when it’s slipping
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| Than to risk being dragged down
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| If you wanna hit bottom don’t bother to try taking me with you
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| I won’t answer if you call
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| Two heartbeats down in, in hell
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| Trying to break your fall, your fall
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| This isn’t a mob, won’t need to change the names
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| Everyone around you has murdered someone, something sacred
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| Isn’t one nail without dirt under it?
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| Isn’t any white cotton panties that aren’t soaked and stained red?
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| It’s better to push something when it’s slipping
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| Than to risk being dragged down
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| If you wanna hit bottom don’t bother to try taking me with you
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| I won’t answer if you call
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| Two heartbeats down in, in hell
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| Trying to break your fall, your fall
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| Into the fire, into the fire
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| Into the fire, into the fire
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| Into the fire, into the fire
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| Into the fire, into the fire
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| Into the fire |