| She burns friends like a piece of wood
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| And she’s jealous of me because she never could
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| Hold herself up without a spine
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| And she’ll look me up when she’s doing fine
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| Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture
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| She’s just someone’s favourite daughter
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| Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
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| Friends and enemies they’re all the same
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| All the same
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| Crush her fame
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| Burn her name
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| She’ll break a promise as a matter of course
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| Because she thinks it’s fun to have no remorse
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| She gets what she wants and walks away
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| And she doesn’t give a fuck what you might say
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| Because it cuts her up like Irish mortar
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| Mother’s pride is what we taught her
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| Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her
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| Friend and enemy, we’re all to blame
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| She’ll burn us bad, flaunt her fame
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| She’ll make us remember, make us remember her name
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| She’ll burn us bad, flaunt her fame
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| She’ll make us remember, make us remember her name
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| If she sits still like she knows she could
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| She could win this game and be the queen for good
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| Save herself up for the cream of the crop
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| Then she’ll look us up when she’s ready to stop
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| Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture
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| She’s just someone’s favourite daughter
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| Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
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| Friends and enemies are all that came
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| To burn her name
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| Crush her fame
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| Burn her name
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| Crush her fame
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| Burn her name
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| Crush her fame
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| Burn her name
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| We’re all to blame |