| Look at the grudge I bear, d’ya think I wanna be a part of the scene
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| Look at the clothes I’m wearing on the pages of your magazine
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| I do believe that revenge is a dish best served with fear
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| So all that I’m sayin is that the progress stops here
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| Listen to what I’m sayin, is it really what you want me to hear
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| Back in the saddle baby, cos I’m never gonna disappear
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| I know for a fact that my mind’s in a mess but my concience is clear
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| So all that I’m sayin is that the progress stops here
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| I’m not the kind who can just run and hide when the going gets tough
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| I do believe theres a trick up my sleeve when it all gets too much
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| Day after day, I have toiled away through the blood and the grit
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| And if it ain’t broke, we gotta break it
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| Crawl through the blood
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| Crawl through the grit
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| Crawl through the filth
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| Crawl through the shit
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| Crawl through the pain
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| Crawl through the spit
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| And if it ain’t broke, you gotta break it
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| Well look at the scars I bear, d’ya really think I wanna be in the scene
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| Look at the way you’ve turned into just another fucking machine
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| I do believe that revenge is a dish best served with fear
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| So all that I’m sayin is that the progress stops here
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| Crawl through the blood
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| Crawl through the grit
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| Crawl through the filth
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| Crawl through the shit
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| Crawl through the pain
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| Crawl through the spit
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| And if it ain’t broke, you gotta break it
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| (The progress stops here) |