| I broke my rules and let you in
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| And turned out all my soul
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| Through careful caution to the wind
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| How was I to know
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| Then once you’d seen the tender scars
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| Sweet opportunity
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| And while you promise you’ll be true
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| Or you were fucking me
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| I’d rather die in the moment
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| Than let you keep what you find
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| And this is not nearly over
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| What you have stolen is mine
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| You hide behind your illegal minds
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| Who dance to your command
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| An empty soul without a spine
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| But i’ve the axe to grind
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| I’d rather die in the moment
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| Than let you keep what you find
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| And this is not nearly over
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| What you have stolen is mine
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| Oh it’s this intensity
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| The burning fire that freezes me
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| Your cold lies they sicken me
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| Your evil greed is haunting me
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| I’d rather die in the moment
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| Than let you keep what you find
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| And this is not nearly over
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| What you have stolen is mine
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| I’d rather die in the moment
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| Than let you keep what you find
|
| And this is not nearly over
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| What you have stolen is mine
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| I broke my rules and let you in
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| And turned out all my soul |