| Hand me the paper
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| I’ve never felt safer
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| There’s been a failure
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| So hand me the paper
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| Confess the things I now know
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| Left too far from midair
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| Stripped bare then I was told to hush
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| Perform your fraud and they applauded
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| I found my ink
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| Oh-oh-oh, ink
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| Oh-oh
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| Hand me the paper
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| With no eraser
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| I point the finger
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| I’m just a sinner
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| Confessin' the things I now know, oh-oh
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| When I was handed rope
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| My hope was in a tug of war
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| Perform your fraud and they applauded
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| I found my ink
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| Oh-oh-oh, ink
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| Oh-oh
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| But when you thought you were my painter
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| Who knew that I’d become your danger?
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| I gave him my ink, released it to print
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| Now I’m the headlight
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| But when you think I’m behind the trigger
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| With nothing to lose, stronger than ever
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| I gave him my ink, released it to print
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| Now I’m the headlight
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| I found my ink (Ooh, no, ooh, no)
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| Oh-oh-oh, ink (Ooh, no)
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| Oh-oh
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| But when you thought you were my painter
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| Who knew that I’d become your danger?
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| I gave him my ink, released it to print
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| Now I’m the headlight (Oh)
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| But when you think I’m behind the trigger
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| With nothing to lose, stronger than ever (Oh)
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| I gave him my ink, released it to print
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| Now I’m the headlight
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| So hand me the paper
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| Confess the things I now know |