| Back up against the wall, I’ve got a gun to my head
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| I’m playing dead, I’m playing dead
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| Pride comes before a fall, I’ve got a gun to my head
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| I’m playing dead, I’m playing dead
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| Stopped by just to clear my name, pay my debts
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| and get away
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| 'cause somebody’s always got to pay
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| They’ll be checking my bags in 24
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| by then you’ll know for sure
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| I’m playing dead, I’m playing dead
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| Got to lay low for a while and
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| let it all blow over
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| I burnt it down and now I’m looking
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| over my shoulder
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| Chainsmoking cigarrettes, lying awake in a cold sweat
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| Got to play dead for a while
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| Let it all blow over
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| I’m neck deep in a losing game
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| No you weren’t playing straight
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| I think it’s time to slip away
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| Put the deadbolt on the mounted door
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| Can’t trust nobody anymore
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| I’m playing dead, I’m playing dead
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| Got to lay low for a while and
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| let it all blow over
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| I burnt it down and now I’m looking
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| over my shoulder
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| Chainsmoking cigarrettes, lying awake in a cold sweat
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| Got to play dead for a while
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| Let it all blow over
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| Got to lay low for a while
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| Got to play dead for a while
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| Got to lay low for a while and
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| let it all blow over
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| I burnt it down and now I’m looking
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| over my shoulder
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| Chainsmoking cigarrettes, lying awake in a cold sweat
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| Got to play dead for a while
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| Let it all blow over
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| Got to play dead for a while
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| Got to play dead for a while |