| Love… It’s a beginning
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| A justifiable means to an end
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| And happiness, that triumphant feeling
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| Only comes from within
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| But… You’ll… Never make the grade
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| No you’ll never, ever reach that plateau
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| You’re down below
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| And it’s where your soul will forever glow
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| But it’s not that ray of sunshine that feels so warm
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| It’s just that bottomless inferno
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| You’re in the depths of hell
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| And I think that’s swell
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| And I hope you get well
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| Well done, fried in and out
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| Burned to a crisp, if that’s what I wish
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| I didn’t write the rules
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| I just follow them to a tee
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| Cause that’s me, I’m evil
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| I’m hateful, I’m sinful, forgetful, mistrustful
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| I’m diseased and contageous
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| I’m suicide, homicide, genocide, pesticide
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| I’m a human bomb
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| I’ll kill anyone
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| And so are you, So don’t be coy
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| Cause you too can destroy me like a toy
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| Not like Mark Bowen
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| He never done nothin' to no one
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| … That didn’t deserve it |