| Yes, shall we take a spin again in business?
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| This time is fixed, let’s sweeten our facilities
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| It took all the man in me
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| To be the dog you wanted me to be
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| Shall we take a spin again, no witnesses?
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| This time is fixed seven three seven is
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| You won’t feel a thing
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| Begging until you give it up insane
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| Fish like little silver knives
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| Make the cuts on my inside
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| Yeah, let him feast my heart is big, my heart is big
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| My blood will slide in metal studs
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| Tourniquet will hold its groove
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| Tourniquet will keep its grip
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| It took all the man in me
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| To be the dog you wanted me to be
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| Yeah, let him feast my heart is big
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| My heart is big, my blood will slide
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| You let him feast my heart is big
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| My heart is big, my blood will slide
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| Got nothing to lose but my chains
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| Internet feeds on my brains
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| Head in the sand, feet in the clay
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| And time is still like grease it slips
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| Sucking in, spitting pips, yeah, spitting pips
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| Nothing to lose but my chains
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| Internet beats on my brains
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| Head in the sand, feet in the clay
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| A place to piece, a place to pray
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| A little money should get me on my feet
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| This gun of smoke is slaying me
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| And time is still like grease it slips
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| Sucking in, spitting pips, yeah, spitting pips
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| My heart was big and like my pride
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| Let them feast on my insides
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| And when the filled had spilled its guts
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| Gently open then it shuts
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| I’m in the hole three thousand days
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| A buried soul
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| They live the dream in terminal
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| No war too mean
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| I know the drill, got cells to burn, I’m dressed to kill
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| A mortal coil and time is still on secret soil
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| Yeah, pay the bills, cells to burn, mouths to fill
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| On Boeing jets in the sunset make glowing threats |