| Seems they got a runaround, a runaround where they stand
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| All over, yeah, all over you
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| Think they got an underground, an underground where they plan
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| Right under, yeah, right under you
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| Think you get the left hand
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| Backhand slap, then you’re going to do your living on the downside
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| God can’t hear when I call
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| And God can’t know, just when I fall
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| God can’t see where I stand
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| So God can’t be my left hand man
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| All I have is hatred when the fire fills my eye
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| Right under, yeah, right under me And all I have is fate when the numbers fill the sky
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| Right over, yeah, right over me Think I’ll use the left hand
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| Am I spent, layed-out got no more to see
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| With a locked down, tight clamp all over me No love, just like before, am I one more, no more
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| Have I crashed, crashed and burned
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| Have I cashed in, not to return
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| Have I taken, taken my last ride
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| Do you feel what I feel inside
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| Over, over and done
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| Well I found something that I can’t outrun
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| Watching, waiting, open the door
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| Am I one more, no more |