| When I force my way, in battle everyday
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| My voice starts to delay.
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| Oh, the predator becomes the prey, yes it’s sickening to say,
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| You gotta satisfy this fool, it’s so beautifully cruel.
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| How many games will it take, to bring the head of a snake,
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| That’s slipped it’s way past the eyes and right on through to the gate?
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| Juicy flies wont tempt this killers quench for his fate.
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| We gotta run, run, run, run.
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| Oooooooooh
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| When she slides inside, a thought begins to rise.
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| Is this you or a disguise?
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| Oh, my, sweet tumbleweed, oh you grow with the speed.
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| Oh get caught in the mess, of the red picket fence.
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| Where are my men to men or arms to hold the prison shut?
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| Well can my children turn against the only father they got?
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| What have I done to bring about all of this criminal love?
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| We gotta run, run, run, run.
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| Oooooooooaaahh
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| Ooooohooohh |