| There’s dirt on my show and there mud on his back
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| He’s been chasing his nightmares for days
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| I’m running with evil, its impending disaster
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| I’ve finally steered clear of his way
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| I see it staring you down
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| I feel it wrapping around
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| Shits taking you down so quick
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| I see it staring you down
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| I feel it wrapping around
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| Shits taking you down so quick
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| Why can’t I help my friend when he won’t even help himself
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| I can’t yell at you because
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| I’ve yelled at myself so many times
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| Hard times, hard times
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| Goddamn we’re two of a kind
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| I can’t yell at you because
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| I’ve yelled at myself so many times
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| Who now is to blame
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| When karma keeps coming around
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| Hard times and troubles we all live in peril
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| Its difficult, full of dismay
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| He buries his feelings, he shrouds his light
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| With oh so many evil thoughts
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| It’s the dirt on your shoes
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| It’s mud on our back
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| That makes us one in the same
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| I see it staring you down
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| I feel it wrapping you round
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| Shits taking you down so quick because
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| I’ve yelled at myself so many times
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| Who now is to blame
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| When karma keeps coming around
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| With so many evil things
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| Who now is to blame
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| When karma keeps coming around
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| So many evil things |