| Always the same old taste just new injury
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| Well I’ll wear the claws if you’d like that
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| Yeah if you’d like that we can ride on a black horse
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| A great new wave Hesparian death horse
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| I can call you when i get back
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| Yeah when I get back I will call
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| But don’t speak, don’t say nothing
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| In case we ever do meet again
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| Something’s wrong with you
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| Well I hope we never do meet again
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| You always sharpen your teeth 'cause you’re like that
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| and you’re like that everythime you pull heart back
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| And her compact’s carving deeper in your lay
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| I would call but I forget where the phone is at Guess i’ll thalk to you when I get back
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| Yeah when I get back I will call
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| But don’t speak, don’t say nothing
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| In case we ever should meet again
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| there are some things wrong with you
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| I hope we never do meet again
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| I hope we never do meet again
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| I hope we never do meet again |