| Did you really think
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| I'd just forgive and forget, no
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| After catching you with her
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| Your blood should run cold, so cold
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| You, you two-timing, cheap lying, wannabe
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| You're a fool if you thought that I'd just let this go
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| I see red, red, oh red
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| A gun to your head, head, to your head
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| Now all I see is red, red, red
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| Did you really just say
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| She didn't mean anything, oh
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| I'll remember those words
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| When I come for your soul, your soul
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| Know that you, you dug your own grave, now lie in it
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| You're so cruel, but revenge is a dish best served cold
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| I see red, red, oh red
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| A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh
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| Executioner style, and there won't be no trial
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| Don't you know that you're better off dead
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| All I see is red, red, oh red
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| Now all I see is
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| Run, hide
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| Oh, you're so done
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| Better sleep with one eye open tonight
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| I see red, red, oh red, oh
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| A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh
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| Executioner style, and there won't be no trial
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| Don't you know that you're better off dead
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| All I see is red, red, oh red
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| Now all I see is red, red |