| Hey-oh
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| Hell won’t give me-
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| Mercy, mercy, knock down my door
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| Told me you were here to replace my scorn
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| Not so fast with your stick back face
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| I dare you to run when they get there
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| Oh, oh
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| Come and get it, come and get it
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| Feel my wicked ways running through my veins
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| Take a bitter taste of a shallow grave
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| I watched you burn, burn, burn
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| Till the many breaks, and you wash away
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| Gonna turn, turn, turn
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| To a ghost of awe, that you left on me
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| Dirty mercy, excuses to please
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| All your hollow words will get me on my knees
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| Head still hurts from the poison you spit
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| Even life’s stink gotta do your bit
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| Feel my wicked ways running through my veins
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| Take a bitter taste of a shallow grave
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| I watched you burn, burn, burn
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| Till the many breaks, and you wash away
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| Gonna turn, turn, turn
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| To a ghost of awe, that you left on me
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| I take and take and take until I choke
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| Steal my money then I’m your goal
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| You take and take until I choke
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| Steal my money then I’m your goal
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| You take and take until I choke
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| Steal my money then I’m your-
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| Feel my wicked ways running through my veins
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| Take a bitter taste of a shallow grave
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| I watched you burn, burn, burn
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| Till the many breaks, and you wash away
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| Gonna turn, turn, turn
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| To a ghost of awe, that you left on me |