| sea sicker than gory down a landslide
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| far darker than horror in a word it’s true
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| you know it’s gonna backfire
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| our last grasp fallen, away for good now
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| i know you’re sorry, what else is new
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| in the neck you feel a sicky twinge
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| lickety-split, you’re over it
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| collapsing in a soul-spasm now it’s true
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| you know it’s gonna backfire
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| and now it’s obvious that you don’t care and you never did at all
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| and now i promise you you’re gonna crash and wallow in your own filth
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| fee fi the stench of this ego trampoline
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| roller coaster of a life despised it’s true
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| you know it’s gonna backfire
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| our last grasp fallen, away for good now
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| i know you’re sorry, what else is new
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| in the back in a quick stitch, you cripple bitch
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| you get what you ask for
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| it’s what you’re made for, true
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| you know it’s gonna backfire
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| and now it’s obvious that you don’t care and you never did at all
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| and now i promise you you’re gonna crash and wallow in your own filth
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| and now it’s obvious that you don’t care and you never did at all
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| and now i promise you you’re gonna crash and wallow in your own filth
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| all your dreams on fire seems too good for tomorrow
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| let’s burn it up today
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| all your dreams on fire seems too good for tomorrow
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| let’s burn it up today
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| and now it’s obvious that you don’t care and you never did at all
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| and now i promise you you’re gonna crash and wallow in your own
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| and now it’s obvious that you don’t care and you never did at all
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| and now i promise you you’re gonna crash and wallow in your own
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| our last grasp fallen, away for good now
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| i know you’re sorry… |