| If you wanna take a crack at me
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| Get back at me, go ahead
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| Runnin' around spreading lies about all the people made up in your head
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| How long did it take you to realise you’re not like the rest?
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| Pulling strings, and killing things
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| While wearing your Sundays best
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| There’s no way out of this
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| No one to put an end to it, but you
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| Who really needs all the answers?
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| Who truly wants all control?
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| (Oooo) If I had a dime, for every man that’s stolen mine
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| I’d be right back where I started
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| (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
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| (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
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| Close your eyes, oh what do you see?
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| Is it something you’d like to share?
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| The haunting image of the angel of death
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| But you don’t seem to care
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| I hope all the money will cushion the fall
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| It’s a hell of a long way down
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| You’ll be swimming in a sea of guilt
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| And eventually you will drown
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| There’s no way out of this
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| No one to put an end to it, but you
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| Who really needs all the answers?
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| Who truly wants all control?
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| (Oooo) If I had a dime, for every man that’s stolen mine
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| I’d be right back where I started
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| You are the cancer
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| That will be removed
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| The crooked, crooked dancer
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| That will never be soothed
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| Who really needs all the answers?
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| Who truly wants all control?
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| (Oooo) If I had a dime, for every man that’s stolen mine
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| I’d be right back where I started
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| I’d be right back where I started
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| I’d be right back where I started
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| (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
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| (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
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| (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
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| (Ah, ah, ah, ah) |