| Right
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| Hate, Hate, Hate
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| Bring it!
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| You don’t understand me
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| And you probably never will
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| I got a tendency to self-destruct
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| And a soft spot for the filth
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| A hair trigger temperament
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| A switchblade for a tongue
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| I’m a walking one-man genocide
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| With a black belt in corrupt
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| Everything I touch turns to ashes
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| Falls away, it falls away
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| Everything I touch turns to ashes
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| It slips right through my hands
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| Love me, hate me, isolate me!
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| Everyday that I’m alive
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| Straight up mentally unstable
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| You don’t have to like my life
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| I’m a jinx, a curse, some say, «the worst»
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| I’m a savage, rabid beast
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| I’ve been called so many fucking things
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| It doesn’t affect me in the least
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| I’ve stolen, lied, been crucified
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| But I don’t regret a thing
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| I’m an egocentric masochist
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| With a sadist’s point of bleak
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| Everything I touch turns to ashes
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| Falls away, it falls away
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| Everything I touch turns to ashes
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| It slips right through my hands
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| Love me, hate me, isolate me!
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| Everyday that I’m alive!
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| Live to prove you wrong
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| It’s easy when your heart is filled with ice
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| Chapters in my life define me
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| Change me into this deprived
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| Straight up mentally unstable
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| You don’t have to like my life!
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| Everything I touch turns to ashes
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| Falls away, it falls away
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| Everything I touch turns to ashes
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| It slips right through my hands |