| I am on fire
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| I’m standin' in water with live wire
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| I shouldn’t be alive, I wasn’t a live prier
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| My gun had live rounds and hadn’t died either
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| It’s on a strict diet that’s high in iron and fiber
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| I’m not love worthy, I’m fine in isolation
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| My murders and crimes are just fines and violations
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| I like being the brains behind the operation
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| But I’m blood thirsty, I might die of dehydration
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| But I don’t like charity, I’ll recoup and recover
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| I live life vicariously through others
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| I’m livin' off the blood that I take from our true customers
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| If someone ain’t pullin' their weight, the group suffers
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| My gun’s sensitive to the slightest of vibration
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| I gotta be patient and wait for the right occasion
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| I need enough strength to control my night cravings
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| I need a blood bank that can hold my life savings
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| I lived underneath of Hell
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| I couldn’t eat, couldn’t leave the cell
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| I couldn’t see, I learned to read from a Speak and Spell
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| It was everything I needed, I was treated well
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| Just another day at the +Office+, I was Steve Carell
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| I couldn’t sleep, I’d stand the entire task
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| A would-be king, the man in the iron mask
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| I was trapped, my capturer had the higher grasp
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| 'Til I snapped the bars and shattered the fiberglass
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| It was enemy territory, foreign sand
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| It wasn’t heaven or hell, it was borderland
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| My birthparents must’ve had a more important plan
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| They left me on a porch, knocked on the door and ran
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| In the wrong hands, abandoned with calamity
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| I ain’t have a chance or a family
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| I ain’t have a plan B or sanity
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| I ain’t have fantasies in canopies
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| Life is no guarantees or answer keys |