| Nature abhors a vacuum
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| I have read
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| Tell me how’d you explain
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| Your empty head
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| You hurt the one you love
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| Because you can
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| As if violence was a virtue
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| In a man
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| The king of your castle
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| Right behind you
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| How i’ll blind you
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| A fist full of feeling
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| Blaming it all on lack of my love
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| The mad, glad days of romance
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| Were the best
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| When you kept your cards pressed tight
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| Against your chest
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| But soon, soon, all too soon
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| She’d understand
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| And she’d see and feel
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| The back of your right hand
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| The king of your castle
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| Right behind you
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| How i’ll blind you
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| A fist full of feeling
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| Blaming it all on lack of my love
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| King rad, god on a barstool
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| Hold your court
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| So self-centered, so diluted
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| So self-taught
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| Home bound sound as a pound
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| You board your round
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| Round one begins tonight
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| Behind closed doors
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| The king of your castle
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| Right behind you
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| How i’ll blind you
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| A fist full of feeling
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| Blaming it all on lack of my love
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| The king of your castle
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| Right behind you
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| How i’ll blind you
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| A fist full of feeling
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| Blaming it all on lack of my love |