| Suckin' on a screw down
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| Lie lappin' break down
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| Kissin' up the boy while the church burns down
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| Makin' up to God
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| Makin' up your bed
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| Lyin' up the God, playin' dead
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| I see the fizzle where the bombs fell on the beach
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| Tell me why the truth is what’s stuck between your teeth
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| No one’s leaving till I say so
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| Hold that breathin', this much I know
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| I know where it hurts
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| Open up the flood gates
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| Open up the seven gates
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| Open up the door, hear the church burns down
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| Streakin' like a comet
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| Chokin' on yer vomit
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| One more role play dead
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| Lord, I feel the pressure comin' down upon my head
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| Lord, tell me why the truth is sometimes better dead
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| Hit the streets, hit the wall
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| Hit the sheets, have a ball
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| In the mouth, in the face
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| In the teeth, take a taste
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| Hit me where it hurts
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| Come on and hit me where it hurts
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| Make 'em pay, make a stand0
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| Break away, be a man
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| Who ya be, who ya are
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| Where ya live, what ya are
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| Hit you where it hurts
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| Gonna hit you where it hurts
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| Playin' dead, dead, dead
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| No one leaving till I say so
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| No more reason, this much I know
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| Where it hurts |