| Hitman hit the hitman hitman
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| Hitman hit hit hit the hitman
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| Hitman hit the hitman hitman
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| Hitman hit hit hit the hitman
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| Bloated in a dead man’s clothes
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| With two black eyes and a bloody nose
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| They order murder like it’s dinner
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| And lie you face down in the river
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| Washing up on muddy shores
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| Like scabs over the bleeding sores
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| Sun shines on the morning after
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| You make a wish face down in the pillow
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| Cross-eyed and bleeding on a crucifix
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| Bright lights, I’ll take you where you’ve never been
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| Sky high and pissing straight into the wind
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| Smile bright now, this is where the story ends
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| Who’s that there bleeding on the crucifix?
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| Make out a death list, you know I’d do it all for you
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| Heaven’s light has long burnt out
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| Now only echoes fill this town
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| Blow a kiss to the moonlight
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| As dirty needles pierce the night
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| This is only the first chapter
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| Pages torn the author rambles
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| Rayon suits and black sunglasses
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| Fake a smile as lips are crackin'
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| Mirror mirror on the wall
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| Who placed that 9−1-1 call
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| When souls turn black and hearts grow cold
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| My hate for you is five years old
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| Hitman hit the hitman hitman
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| Hitman hit hit hit the hitman
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| Hitman hit the hitman hitman
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| Hitman hit hit hit the hitman
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| Cross-eyed and bleeding on a crucifix
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| Bright lights, I’ll take you where you’ve never been
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| Sky high and pissing straight into the wind
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| Smile bright now, this is where the story ends
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| Who’s that there bleeding on the crucifix?
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| Make out a death list, you know I’d do it all for you
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| Trust me, trust me, trust me
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| I will fuck your wife at your funeral!
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| Mirror mirror on the wall
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| Who placed that 9−1-1 call
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| When souls turn black and hearts grow cold
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| My hate for you is five years old
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| Mirror mirror on the wall
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| Who placed that 9−1-1 call
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| When souls turn black and hearts grow cold
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| My hate for you is five years old |