| Conscience is a term used by cowards to keep the great in check
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| My greatness grows dimmer by the hour
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| With their teeth sunk in my neck
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| But lo and behold your hungry boy is rapping at your door
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| But don’t let him in, no don’t let him in
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| He’s not your boy any more
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| I lost my bestest brother to a glitch upon his brain
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| And though I have another it really ain’t the same
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| Now the stage lights are dimmed the sets rearranged I’m ready for my scene
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| But don’t fuck it up, no don’t fluff your lines
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| Though that’s not quite what I mean
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| Ah, if I ever go back to London please shoot me in the air
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| The people there are vampires with their teeth sunk in my neck
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| But if you see her please say to her that my greatness is undim
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| But don’t let him in, no don’t let me in
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| I’m a coward with no conscience
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| Yeah, don’t let him in, no don’t let me in |