| I’m one with the raindrops
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| But there’s yet another sound
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| Now could it be that Jeff
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| That fucking prick who you owe some money from the
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| From the bet that you lost to that fuck Jeff who works down the stu
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| Down the stu, studio
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| Paranoia taken in
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| Temper rises paper-thin
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| Evil lurks in every vein (Now it’s time I kill again)
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| See the real behind the lie
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| See the evil in my eyes
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| How good it feels I can’t disguise (You're on your way to paradise)
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| It wasn’t the mailman
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| Yeah sure it was Jeff
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| He would not go away
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| So I stabbed his sick ass into quiet a mess
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| A mess it took me a while to disguise but now
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| There’s no more Jeff
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| The fucking bastard’s gone
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| Paranoia taken in
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| Temper rises paper-thin
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| Evil lurks in every vein (Now it’s time I kill again)
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| See the real behind the lie
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| See the evil in my eyes
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| How good it feels I can’t disguise (You're on your way to paradise) |