| Oh, you’re back to me
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| And the hunger returns!
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| I told myself
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| I was done for good!
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| All the memories
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| Of all the pictures burned!
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| I see them dancing!
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| My heart begins to pound!
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| I didn’t make a sound!
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| They didn’t see me coming!
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| The lights are left on
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| The curtains left wide!
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| One scream, it’s over
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| I lay them side by side
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| Side by side!
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| Holding each other
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| I’ll be there in the morning
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| With a smile on my face
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| I’ll be there in the morning
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| To start it all again
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| Boy, you caught me red handed!
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| You’ve got no fucking clue what
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| You just got yourself into!
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| Panic runs down your leg
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| Seeing me kill again!
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| You just got yourself caught
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| And you don’t even know it!
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| On the drive you get the rush
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| And pull the gun on me!
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| We make the stop
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| It’s time to be set free!
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| Oh, the bullet’s gone!
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| I take this spade, I slit your throat!
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| You fall into your grave!
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| I cover up my tracks, I’m done!
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| I won’t kill again!
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| I said that’s it, I’m done!
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| I’ll be there in the morning
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| With a smile on my face
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| I’ll be there in the morning
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| To start it all again
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| No, she’s daddy’s little girl!
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| She wasn’t meant to be another me!
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| But it’s the scissors to my throat!
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| To my fucking throat!
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| No, she’s daddy’s little girl!
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| She wasn’t meant to be another me!
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| But it’s the scissors to my throat!
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| To my fucking throat! |