| I don’t care what they say
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| What we’ve done
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| Not this time
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| 'Cause people sure got a lot to say
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| Until they’re standing right in front of you
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| They’ll hunt you
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| Then they’ll haunt you
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| Their anger has them under a spell
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| Their hatred is like a poison
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| That makes them feel again
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| Hear you, I wanna hear you say
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| I wanna see you beg
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| Need you
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| No I don’t need you, oh
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| Not this time
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| When anger turns to honey
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| In moments like this, I can understand you
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| For pain is the great connector
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| They treat you like prey
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| But you’re the hunter
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| You’re the hunter |