| Well I know not to lose it,
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| But aren’t you in the bullet.
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| I can’t wait to say «enough is enough, cough it up and use it.»
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| I’m keepin composure, my blood’s boilin over.
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| We’ve been through push to shove,
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| Now the gloves are off, hit me like you mean it.
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| To justify my loss of self control,
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| I know I probably should just let it go.
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| I’m gonna have my revenge, you can count on it.
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| I’m gonna even the score, you’ll be getting yours
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| If I forgive and forget, you’ll do it again.
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| The hits keep comin, the hits keep comin.
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| So bygones are bygones, but never for too long.
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| We shuffle the dirt, without knowing first
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| Nothing ever stays buried.
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| So dig up our corpses
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| And stir a commotion.
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| We’ve been through push to shove,
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| Now the gloves are off, hit me like you mean it.
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| I’m gonna have my revenge, you can count on it.
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| I’m gonna even the score, you’ll be getting yours
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| If I forgive and forget, you’ll do it again.
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| The hits keep comin, the hits keep comin.
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| Keep comin, the hits keep comin…
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| You’ve found your way and up my skin,
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| I finally know it’s over.
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| But when I’ve just decide it’s best
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| I’ll take the means to make her.
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| I know I probably should just let it go…
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| I’m gonna have my revenge, you can count on it.
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| I’m gonna even the score, you’ll be getting yours
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| If I forgive and forget, you’ll do it again.
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| The hits keep comin, the hits keep comin.
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| Keep comin, the hits keep comin,
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| The hits keep comin, the hits keep on comin…
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| Oh |