| Cock my click with the setting sun
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| You’re my mark and my lips the gun
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| Well it’s another silhouette for the silly one
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| Cuz I know how you’re gonna die tonight
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| Sold my guitar for a diamond ring
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| So don’t you fret you pretty little thing
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| Cuz the simplest song a poor boy could sing
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| Is: I know how you’re gonna die tonight
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| I thought it was common knowledge way back when we were in love
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| But lately it seems as thought your attitude is an insult
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| Well it’ll do no good if you state your case
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| Cuz it’s your fingers that caged my face
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| Ain’t no lover gonna take your place cuz
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| I know how you’re gonna die tonight
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| Hang and hold every word I spoke
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| Cuz it’s your sulfurous spit that stings my throat
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| And there ain’t no use takin' off your coat
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| Cuz I know how you’re gonna die tonight
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| I thought it was common knowledge way back when we were in love
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| But lately it seems as though your attitude is an insult
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| Well I don’t take kindly to that
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| Cuz you’re the dullest tongue yet to slice my back
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| And you’re the one who justified attack
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| Now I know how you’re gonna die tonight
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| I know how you’re gonna die tonight |