| You are a troublemaker
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| Tough skin with bones like paper
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| You think nothing will break you
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| Your last words will not save you
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| Skull collector
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| Forgive me, yeah, I can do so much better
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| I’m a victim of bad circumstances
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| Can we make a deal
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| 'Cause I’m all out of chances
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| Run, run, run
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| The undertaker’s coming out for blood
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| They’ll turn the lights out, when they’re done, you’re done
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| Where’s your saviour?
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| You sold your severed soul to the skull collector
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| Run, run, run
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| The undertaker’s coming out for blood
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| They’ll turn the lights out, when they’re done, you’re done
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| Where’s your saviour?
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| You sold your severed soul to the skull collector
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| You wore their scars like armour
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| Each name scratched on your heart
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| But death believes in karma
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| Some things can’t be undone
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| Skull collector
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| Forgive me, yeah, I can do so much better
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| I’m a victim of bad circumstances
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| Can we make a deal?
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| 'Cause I’m all out of chances
|
| Run, run, run
|
| The undertaker’s coming out for blood
|
| They’ll turn the lights out, when they’re done, you’re done
|
| Where’s your saviour?
|
| You sold your severed soul to the skull collector
|
| Run, run, run
|
| The undertaker’s coming out for blood
|
| They’ll turn the lights out, when they’re done, you’re done
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| Where’s your saviour?
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| You sold your severed soul to the skull collector
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| It’s not all in your head
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| There’s no afterlife, we just wind up dead
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| It’s not all in your head
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| There’s no afterlife, we just wind up dead
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| You are a troublemaker
|
| Tough skin with bones like paper
|
| You think nothing will break you
|
| Your last words will not save you
|
| Where is your saviour?
|
| Run, run, run
|
| The undertaker’s coming out for blood
|
| They’ll turn the lights out, when they’re done, you’re done
|
| Where’s your saviour?
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| You sold your severed soul to the skull collector |