| If you try to see looking through your sleeve
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| You don’t have to be afraid
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| But if you try to clean with kerosene
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| You’ll burn away
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| You roll the dice to see your fate
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| The devil always wins the game
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| You’re better off with throwing grenades
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| Blow it up, you like the way it burns
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| You’ll burn at every turn
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| Soon enough you’re gonna have to learn
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| When you light the fire to your flame
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| Don’t expect for me to call your name
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| 'Cause you wanna dream
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| But your therapy gets stuck inside your head
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| And when you try to leave
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| The hand that feeds is on your neck
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| You roll the dice to see your fate
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| The devil always wins the game
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| You’re better off with throwing grenades
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| Blow it up, you like the way it burns
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| You’ll burn at every turn
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| Soon enough you’re gonna have to learn
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| When you light the fire to your flame
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| Don’t expect for me to call your name
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| You’re the only one
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| You’re the only one to blame
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| Come on
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| The only one to blame
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| Blow it up, you like the way it burns
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| You’ll burn at every turn
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| Soon enough you’re gonna have to learn
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| Explode, explode
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| When you light the fire to your flame
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| Don’t expect for me to call your name
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| You’re the only one to blame
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| Don’t expect for me to call your name
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| The only one to blame
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| Don’t expect for me to call your name
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| The only one to blame |