| This is pure hate
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| None of that woe-is-me bullshit
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| Get in the fire
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| And burn like hell
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| I can still see your eyes
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| Running through the smoke
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| Wish I was slitting your throat
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| Over and over again
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| (Over again…)
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| Over and over again
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| (Over again…)
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| Thank God I’ll be
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| Dead on impact
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| Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
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| Dead on impact
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| Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
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| I’ll sell you all my emotions
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| So I don’t have to feel anything
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| For anyone anymore
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| Trust me, it’s better when my eyes are glass
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| While you’re screaming «I'm sorry!»
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| On top of your lungs
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| Manipulator shouldn’t be a word
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| It should be carved through your throat
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| So you bleed every time you talk
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| And that ain’t blood running down your neck
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| It’s just sugar for the next motherfucker to get their taste
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| On impact
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| Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
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| Dead on impact
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| Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
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| Dead on impact
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| Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
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| Dead on impact
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| Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
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| Hit the fucking ground…
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| That ain’t blood running down your neck…
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| It’s just sugar for the next motherfucker
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| Thank God I’ll be
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| Dead on impact
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| Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
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| Dead on impact
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| Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
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| Dead on impact
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| Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
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| Dead on impact
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| Don’t say I’m falling 'til I hit the fucking ground
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| Hit the fucking ground…
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| Thank God I’ll be dead…
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| Dead on impact |