| Well I got my head in my hands again
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| I got my heart in my fist again
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| I do my soul through the twist again
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| Head in my hands, heart in fist, soul doing the twist
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| And weЂ™ll be seeing you often again
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| Out on the streets youЂ™ll be killing again
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| YouЂ™ll have a kid in a coffin again
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| I canЂ™t make up my mind
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| I couldnЂ™t do it cause I donЂ™t? |
| ?? |
| ?
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| You canЂ™t make up your mind
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| You couldnЂ™t do it cause you donЂ™t have one
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| DonЂ™t ask me for a dime, youЂ™re poor
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| And we canЂ™t hurt you, we canЂ™t hurt you no more
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| So you come on down, kick around, leave emЂ™ in the gutter to bleed
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| Then you come on back tomorrow, you can do it again
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| ?? |
| (donЂ™t know this line)
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| Walk back down the streets, teaching the young your evil ways
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| So you went upstairs, washed your hands, come back down, get emЂ™ dirty again
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| Oh yes you went up stairs washed your hands, come back down, get emЂ™ dirty
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| again
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| I got my head in my hands again
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| I got my heart in my fist again
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| I do my soul through the twist again
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| And weЂ™ll be seeing you often again
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| I canЂ™t make up my mind
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| I couldnЂ™t do it cause I donЂ™t? |
| ?
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| You canЂ™t make up your mind
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| You couldnЂ™t do it cause you donЂ™t have one
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| DonЂ™t ask me for a dime, youЂ™re poor
|
| And we canЂ™t hurt you, we canЂ™t hurt you no more
|
| So you come on down, kick around, leave emЂ™ in the gutter to bleed
|
| Then you come on back tomorrow, you can do it again
|
| ?? |
| (donЂ™t know this line)
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| Walk back down the streets, teaching the young your evil ways
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| So you went upstairs, washed your hands, come back down, get emЂ™ dirty again
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| Oh yes you went up stairs washed your hands, come back down, get emЂ™ dirty
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| again
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| I got my head in my hands again
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| I got my heart in my fist again
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| I do my soul through the twist again
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| YouЂ™ll have a kid in a coffin again |