| I’ve got something to say
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| I’ve acquired a taste for watching you in pain
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| It’s pretty hard to admit
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| It makes me feel like shit
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| But I mean it
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| And I know that I’m wrong
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| The weaker you get, the more I feel strong
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| So I want you to leave
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| Wipe your face on your sleeve
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| And beat it
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| This doesn’t end with you
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| I walk around and I think if people only knew
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| That I wish they were cursed
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| That I wish them the worst
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| I really wish 'em the worst
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| But I’m doin' my best
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| And I hope you forgive me now that I’ve confessed
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| 'Cause I’m trying to resist
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| My heart becoming a fist
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| Forever
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| Because you can’t, you can’t
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| You can’t stop a bullet
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| I’m giving you my trigger
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| But you better never pull it
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| You can’t, you can’t
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| You can’t stop a bullet
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| I’m giving you my trigger
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| But you better never pull it
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| You’ve got something to say
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| You’ve acquired a taste for watching me in pain
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| It’s pretty hard to admit
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| It makes you feel like shit
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| But you mean it
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| What the hell can we do?
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| I’m a different face of the man you knew
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| I’m a hole you’ll fill
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| For the rest of your life
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| You can’t, you can’t
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| You can’t stop a bullet
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| I’m giving you my trigger
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| But you better never pull it |