| We’re moving on the bags are all packed
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| I’m feeling like less of a wreck
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| The plans for revenge have all been detailed and laid out
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| The graves have all been dug don’t let me forget one for myself
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| I’ve got hate running through my veins
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| And my blood runs like the venom of a poisonous snake
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| Emptiness, my old friend
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| Keep me company as I hunt down and kill my enemies cause there must be someone
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| to blame
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| Someone to blame for the way I’ve been feeling
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| I’ve been shot at, I’ve been cheated, how could you send me to this place
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| I have every right to feel the way I’ve been feeling shut up — I don’t want to
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| hear anymore of your dirty excuses
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| You’ve got hate running through your veins
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| And your blood runs like the venom of a poisonous snake
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| Emptiness, my old friend
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| Will be your victory and the riches you have earned you deserve every red cent
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| It’s too late to turn back now
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| Crying for a love that you know you never learned how to make
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| Buried in what you dug
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| Crying for a love when you know you never learned how
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| Hate is running through my veins
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| And my blood runs like the venom of a poisonous snake
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| Emptiness, my old friend
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| Keep me company as I hunt down and kill my enemies cause there must be |