| I’m under pressure
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| Kicking into overdrive
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| I’m a loose cannon
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| I will not make it out alive
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| See I’m wrapped around your finger
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| I’m digging in the dirt
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| I’m so deep into this shit I can taste the earth
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| Cause you’re running me in circles
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| I’m running out of breath
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| But you ain’t gonna stop 'til there’s nothing left
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| Don’t bring flowers after I’m dead
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| Don’t bring flowers after I’m dead
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| Save your givings for the living instead
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| Don’t bring flowers after I’m dead
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| You’re a karma killer
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| Each day I die in a million ways
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| I cut you out of my life
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| But I’m too weak by 14 days
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| I’m wrapped around your finger
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| I’m digging in the dirt
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| I’m so deep into this shit I can taste the earth
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| You’re running me in circles
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| I’m running out of breath
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| But you ain’t gonna stop 'til there’s nothing left
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| Don’t bring flowers after I’m dead
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| Don’t bring flowers after I’m dead
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| Save your givings for the living instead
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| Don’t bring flowers after I’m dead
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| After I’m dead
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| When I’m gone, who are you to mourn?
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| So don’t touch me when I’m lying in my coffin
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| Don’t stand there crying as you’re watching
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| Don’t put no flowers by my final bed
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| Don’t bring flowers after I’m dead
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| Don’t bring flowers after I’m dead
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| Save your givings for the living instead
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| Don’t bring flowers after I’m dead |