| Killing your idols is a chore
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| And it’s such a fucking bore
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| 'Cause I don’t need them anymore
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| So
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| Maybe if you just got some guts
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| We’d kill 'em with a thousand cuts
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| And say we did it out of love
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| So save your breath
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| Give a little of what you have left
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| Do they know something I don’t?
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| Is it easier when you don’t have to count to ten?
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| When you don’t have to pretend?
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| I want to know that feeling
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| Is it easier when you don’t have to start again?
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| When you don’t want to make amends?
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| I want to know that feeling
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| Good girls don’t cry
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| And good girls don’t lie
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| And good girls justify but I don’t
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| Good girls don’t die
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| And good girls stay alive
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| And good girls satisfy but I won’t
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| They tell me I’m hellbent on revenge
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| I cut my teeth on weaker men
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| I won’t apologize again
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| And
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| I never had a taste for liars
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| Or the uniquely uninspired
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| 'Cause I don’t need to be desired
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| Is it easier when you don’t have to count to ten?
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| When you don’t have to pretend?
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| I want to know that feeling
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| Is it easier when you don’t have to start again
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| When you don’t want to make amends?
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| I want to know that feeling
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| Good girls don’t cry
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| And good girls don’t lie
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| And good girls justify but I don’t
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| Good girls don’t die
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| And good girls stay alive
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| And good girls satisfy but I won’t
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| No, I won’t
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| Killing your idols is a chore
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| And it’s such a fucking bore
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| But we don’t need them anymore
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| We don’t need them anymore |