| The truth is in the dirt on the ground
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| The truth is in the dirt on the ground
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| Not in your gilded cage with your rusted spoon
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| When the ground splits open it will swallow you
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| The truth is in the dirt on the ground
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| The truth is in the dirt on the ground
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| Not in your poison tongue or your acid tears
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| Let the truth howl in your ears
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| Here she comes, it’s killing time
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| Flames are burning behind her eyes
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| Here she comes, it’s killing time
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| Flames are burning behind her eyes
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| The truth is in the dirt on the ground
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| The truth is in the dirt on the ground
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| Not in your claws, drawn-out scratch 'til it bleeds
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| Knocked down dead gets what she needs
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| The truth is in the dirt on the ground
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| The truth is in the dirt on the ground
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| Not on the blazing horse from the midnight sun
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| The fire will turn your bones to dust
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| Here she comes, it’s killing time
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| Flames are burning behind her eyes
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| Here she comes, it’s killing time
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| Flames are burning behind her eyes
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| The truth is in the dirt on the ground
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| The truth is in the dirt on the ground
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| Not in your gilded cage with your rusted spoon
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| When the ground splits open it will swallow you |