| sit down and shut up so i can sing you your fucking love song.
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| yeah so sit down and listen to me.
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| i’ve got something to say.
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| you took that line with too much pride.
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| so sit down and listen to me i’ve got something to say.
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| i’m not gonna let you die.
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| the money’s on the table baby.
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| the lunatic sits on the glass.
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| emotionless and white.
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| just sit back, relax and hold tight.
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| you’re not the big shot anymore.
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| it gets worse.
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| you’ve taken this too far.
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| i say i should give up on you.
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| i say i’m giving up on you.
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| he makes the cut long and wide.
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| it hurts to breathe.
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| your suicide.
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| so where’s your lonely cigarette?
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| cos it’s time to come clean.
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| you won’t have the last laugh.
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| so chalk up that line and hit it hard.
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| now can you feel the rush?
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| that rock hits hard.
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| hits hard as hell.
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| now i can see why you left.
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| the taste there was all too good.
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| and that gloss across your eyes is just shining way too bright.
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| no one can help you anymore.
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| could you come back down?
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| would you come back down? |