| Walk in this crowded room
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| Your mind has been made up Hunting, little girl you know
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| That I’ve got the upper hand on you
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| We’re not so different, you’re not so innocent
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| Everything will be just fine
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| Hike your legs up a bit, get your punishment
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| One step closer to immunity
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| You’ve got to live and learn, let the tables turn
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| What better way than slavery
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| Let your hair down, your foolish crown
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| This is your last bastion
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| You weaken me… your stare, your smile.
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| You’d better bring a fuck of a fight
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| This line is wide but it can sure be crossed
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| Leaving no remorse on the field
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| Goddamn, I’ve been needing this
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| My god, we’ve been needing this
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| Someone slap some sense into you
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| Before you make the same mistake
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| We’re not so different, you’re not so innocent
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| Everything will be just fine
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| Hike up your legs a bit, get your punishment
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| One step closer to immunity
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| I’ve seen the tables turn, you’ve got to live and learn
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| What better way than slavery
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| Let your hair down, feet up off the ground
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| This is your last bastion
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| Bastion
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| We’re not so different, you’re not so innocent
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| Everything will be just fine
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| Hike up your legs a bit, get your punishment
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| One step closer to immunity
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| Let your hair down, feet up off the ground
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| This is my last bastion
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| One last regret, one final remorse |