| What goes around, comes around
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| So now I fear for your life
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| Cause at one time, you took mine
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| There will be no regard, what you holding
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| And it sat beside you to make
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| So count your blessings, all you have left
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| Cause this is the last time
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| To see what you love, before it
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| Count your blessings, all you have left
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| Cause this is the last time
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| To touch what you love, before it’s dripping off your skin
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| What goes around, comes around
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| So beware, the coming
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| There will be no remorse, for the ripping of your corpse
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| When the besides to make
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| So count your blessings, all you have left
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| Cause this is the last time
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| To see what you love, before it
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| Count your blessings, all you have left
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| Cause this is the last time
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| To touch what you love, before it’s dripping off your skin |