| He don’t live in the city
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| He don’t live in a town
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| He lives close to the woodland
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| Building a swamp in the dirty ground
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| So watch me crawl
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| Break down the door
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| I’ll nail you to the wooden floor
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| Love won’t crane it’s ugly neck
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| Yeah love just wastes his time
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| Screaming as the woodpecker pecks
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| Building a swamp and out of his mind
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| So watch me crawl
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| Break down the door
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| I’ll nail you to the wooden floor
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| I hear the violence that dwells in me
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| My heart is heavy but it never bleeds
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| Jumped down the hole and he’s never coming back
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| Sick yellow twisted black ashes of the shack
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| I hear the violence that dwells in me
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| My heart is heavy but it never bleeds
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| Jumped down the hole and he’s never coming back
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| Sick yellow twisted black ashes of the shack
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| He don’t live in the city
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| He don’t live in a town
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| He lives close to the woodland
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| Building a swamp in the dirty ground
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| So watch me crawl
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| Break down the door
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| I’ll nail you to the wooden floor
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| I hear the violence that dwells in me
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| My heart is heavy but it never bleeds
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| Jumped down the hole and he’s never coming back
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| Sick yellow twisted black ashes of the shack
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| I hate the violence that dwells in me
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| My heart is heavy but it never bleeds
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| Jumped down the hole and he’s never coming back
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| Sick yellow twisted black ashes of the shack
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| Living in a burnt out cadillac
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| Sleeping in a sack
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| Never leaving a track
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| Well never be exact… |