| I ripped your heart
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| I ripped your heart
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| I ripped your heart
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| I ripped your heart
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| I’ve always been a little different
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| They would call me names
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| Another misfit in the corner
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| Looks a little strange
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| My mother prayed I’d be accepted
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| That my life would change
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| Took me to the camp, she wanted more
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| That woman was a saint
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| I drowned slow, lungs screamin' for air
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| The faces of the kids chuckled while I flailed in despair
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| Staff was unaware, preoccupied with «Teenage Affairs»
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| I died alone, no help
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| I’m thinkin' nobody cared
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| But now I’m back
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| Seekin' vengeance for my mother, she passed
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| Got murdered by the counselors that left me stranded to ash
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| So now I’ll hack, slash, bash all your skulls into mash
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| After I rip your limbs off, hear the bones as they crack
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| I’m’a snap, got you panicked, I can hear your heart racin'
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| One that’s in the dark, makes you shiver when I’m chasin'
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| Rip your eyes out, keep 'em pickled in a mason
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| Mask look familiar, you’re squarin' up with Jason
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| Tie a rope around your throat
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| Crystal Lake breeds killers
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| I ripped your heart into a thousand pieces
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| Sold my soul when mother croaked
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| Don’t call me a sinner
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| I ripped your heart into a thousand pieces
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| My blade is ready, this machete’s gotta get its fix
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| I’ll snap your neck, your spinal cord ain’t lookin' very thick
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| Don’t try to run, I’ve seen it all, learned every single trick
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| Beggin' for your life, will light a fire, talkin' every wick
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| I’ve seen the devil, been to Hell, and fought the best
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| Beaten Freddy, think you’re ready, feel the pain inside your chest
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| Game of chess, all the moves you make effectin' what comes next
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| Laid to rest, you don’t really want to fail this little test
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| I’m the best, bloodthirsty with the strength of twenty men
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| Drove a stake right through your skull, look how far your body bends
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| Don’t pretend, you ain’t doubtin' that you’ll die before the end
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| Decapitate you, stick your head up on display, I’m not your friend
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| That’ll send such a vivid message out to Crystal Lake
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| To the counselors and campers that betrayed my family’s fate
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| Mine to take, all your lives, pesky jabber, y’all are fake
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| Time to die, no remorse, blackened heart is filled with hate
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| Tie a rope around your throat
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| Crystal Lake breeds killers
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| I ripped your heart into a thousand pieces
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| Sold my soul when mother croaked
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| Don’t call me a sinner
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| I ripped your heart into a thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| I ripped your heart
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| I ripped your heart
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Tie a rope around your throat
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| (I ripped your heart)
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| Crystal Lake breeds killers
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| (I ripped your heart)
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| I ripped your heart into a thousand pieces
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| (I ripped your heart)
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| Sold my soul when mother croaked
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| (I ripped your heart)
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| Don’t call me a sinner
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| (I ripped your heart)
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| I ripped your heart into a thousand pieces
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| (I ripped your heart)
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart
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| Thousand pieces
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| I ripped your heart |