| Propane, pipe bomb, flashlight,
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| Young, dead, suicidal, superstar, icon
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| I make them nervous like the image of me lurking in the halls with the weapon
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| Only purpose is to murder
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| Now you didn’t mean it
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| You tell me you were kidding
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| Read the plans in my notebook and see why I did it
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| Two hours before the cops come in
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| Now it’s lock down
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| Everybody running like some fiends when the cops round
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| Smoking in my trench coat
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| Waiting for my next go
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| Water coming down from the sprinklers so my neck froze
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| Let’s go, next stop
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| In the cafeteria
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| Yeah, my minds up in a trans my ears are locked I am not hearing you
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| I’m feeling something like Eric
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| But I’m looking just like Dylan
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| Just another white trash kid
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| With a smile on him
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| All he ever wanted to do was kill 'em
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| These boys their tough 'till
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| They really see rough
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| Leave your body in the library next your favorite book
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| Singing:
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| I don’t like you
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| I don’t like you
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| I’ll give you to the count of ten
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| For you to start running again
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| We just could’ve been friends
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| But you decided to hurt me
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| Decided to hurt me
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| Decided to hurt me
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| Decided to hurt me
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| Decided to hurt me
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| Decided to hurt me
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| Decided to hurt me
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| Decided to hurt me
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| Decided to hurt me |