| You’d better watch your back
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| You’re cutting quick to the fast
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| All this vacuum trash
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| Is going to be your past
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| This static’s got no soul
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| You never had control
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| Born in a flash and hum
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| Will you ever love anyone?
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| You’re such a sad satellite
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| A lonesome parasite
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| You’re living for your end
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| You’re living for your end
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| And all you want is revenge
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| It’s a soap opera scream
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| Can’t get dirty but you’re not clean
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| Why do you murder your words?
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| Are you surprised they still hurt?
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| You’re such a sad satellite
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| A lonesome parasite
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| You’re living for your end
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| You’re living for your end
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| And all you want is revenge
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| Lord, I still believe in you
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| Lord, I still believe in you
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| Why, lord, do I still believe in you?
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| I only want you to see us through
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| Why, lord, do I still believe in you?
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| Tell me what do you fear?
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| Is it scraping under your floor, dear?
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| You’d better watch your back
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| You’re cutting quick to the fast
|
| All this vacuum trash
|
| Is going to be your past
|
| You’re such a sad satellite
|
| A lonesome parasite
|
| You’re living for your end
|
| You’re living for your end
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| And all you want is revenge
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| All you want is revenge
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| All you want is revenge
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| All you want is revenge
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| Why, lord, do I still believe in you? |