| Here’s the sucker punch, your mind is out to lunch
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| In everything you do, your poison attitude
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| Takes your breath away, blackens everyday
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| There’s nothing left to lose, 'cause I’m sick of you
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| I’m running through black streets at night
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| With nothing ahead of me
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| Thinking of you, beaten black and blue
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| You’re waiting to greet me with your avarice
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| Your avarice
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| Here’s the new excuse, your soul has blown a fuse
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| And everywhere you look, the liberties you took
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| You stop and look at me, hate the things you see
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| There’s nothing left to lose, 'cause, I’m sick of you
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| I’m running through black streets at night
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| With nothing ahead of me
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| Thinking of you, beaten black and blue
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| You’re waiting to greet me with your avarice
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| Your avarice
|
| Here’s the sucker punch, your mind is out to lunch
|
| Takes your breath away, blackens everyday
|
| In everything you do, your poison attitude
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| You stop and look at me, hate the things you see
|
| Here’s the new excuse, your soul has blown a fuse
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| Takes your breath away, blackens everyday
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| And everywhere you look, the liberties you took
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| You stop and look at me, hate the things you see |