| Someone givin' you a hard time
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| You got on the attack
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| But some never had a chance in hell
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| Cos you were on their back
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| The news spread like a holiday
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| 'Bout your «accident»
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| No roses, no wish you wells
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| That ain’t money well spent
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| I wanna know what you were thinkin'
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| As your walls came down
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| Surprised eyes of your sacrifice
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| Or just that you’d been found
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| If they done to you what you could do
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| You’d be torn apart
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| You haven’t suffered quite enough boy
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| But it’s a start
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| You had it comin', comin' to you
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| You had it comin', really had it comin' to you
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| My, my, funny time don’t fly
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| When you got you to yourself
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| And your disease makes you ill at ease
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| Bad for your health
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| Then all these questions with your patient replies
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| Not foolin' anyone
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| If not for you only strong survive, if they run
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| You had it comin', comin' to you
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| You had it comin', really had it comin' to you
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| Someone givin' you a hard time
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| You go on the attack
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| Some never had a chance in hell
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| Cos you were on their back
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| If they done to you what you could do
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| You’d be torn apart
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| You haven’t suffered quite enough boy
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| But it’s a start
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| You had it comin', comin' to you
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| You had it comin', really had it comin' to you |