| When someone becomes nothing to anyone
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| All feelings have died, anyone would know it
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| They say those sticks and stones
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| They say they rush my bones
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| I say I don’t get mad; |
| I get even, before they do
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| Spoils go to the victor and dead on time
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| Your time is going to come
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| One day I’ll dance on your grave
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| Even if you’re buried at sea
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| Till then, till when I exact my revenge
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| I’ll tell them, «You're dead to me»
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| Solo-Drover
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| We’re all just trying to hold on to innocence
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| You thik they’d notice what we’re trying to do
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| These wounds are invisible
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| Underneath the dirt I still see the scars
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| Back then when things got bad
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| And we spread our wings and fly away
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| You’ll take all your riches in the back of a hearse
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| Your time is going to come
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| One day I’ll dance on your grave
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| Even if you’re buried at sea
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| Till then, till when I exact my revenge
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| I’ll tell them «You're dead to me»
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| Solo-Drover
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| Solo-Mustaine
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| One day I’ll dance on your grave
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| Even if you’re buried at sea
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| Till then, till when I exact my revenge
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| One day I’ll dance on your grave
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| Even if you’re buried at sea
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| Till then, till when I exact my revenge
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| I’ll tell them «You're dead to me»
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| Solo-Drover |