| Some folks got the patience of the angels
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| Not me, my heart, well, it yearns for vengeance
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| When I leave their place, I’m gonna leave it smoking
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| Hearts to be healed and their ribs to be broken
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| Hearts to be healed and their ribs to be broken
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| When I leave their place, I’m bound to leave it smoking
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| Gas to the floor, I see no moving ground
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| Park brake holds me down
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| Release and I’m halfway across my town
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| Eat red lights, chew tram tracks
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| Stole my morals, I don’t need them back
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| Now they got a stand in a problem museum
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| Evening is dull, stick a toothpick in their skull when I see them
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| Don’t know, maybe I didn’t undergo
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| What I think I did
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| I’ve been an idiot
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| But no one saw a fucking thing that night
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| I drove away scott free back home that night
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| I gave my forehead a wipe
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| And at any rate, I just felt great about it
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| Shit, petrol is low
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| Still not as low as that woman expects for me to go
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| Well I’ll go a heck of a lot lower
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| When this is all done
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| It’ll all be over
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| Eat red lights, chew tram tracks
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| Stole my morals, I don’t need them back
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| Now they got a stand in a problem museum
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| Evening is dull, stick a toothpick in their skull when I see them
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| Don’t know, maybe I didn’t undergo
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| What I think I did
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| I’ve been an idiot
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| But no one saw a fucking thing that night
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| I drove away scott free back home that night
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| I gave my forehead a wipe
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| And at any rate, I just felt great about
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| Strong words softly spoken
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| Stayed strong with their grins
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| Each to his own in five miles
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| And one uppercut to the chin
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| To the chin
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| You better watch what you say
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| You better watch what you say
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| You shouldn’t have crossed me
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| You shouldn’t have crossed me
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| Don’t know, maybe I didn’t undergo
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| What I think I did and I feel bad about
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| Myself and the eye of the law
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| Looks upon me like I am flawed
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| Why?
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| Because |