| Premeditation will kill the trust
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| They’ll never know if you fear me
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| With every second collecting dust
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| I feel so bloated and weary
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| Because she belongs to heaven
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| She’s coming over like a suicide
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| And it’s the same old trip
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| The same old trip as before
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| Another complicating suicide
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| And it’s the same old trip
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| The same old trip as before
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| Burn
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| She’ll cut you down with a single thrust
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| She’s taken over too quickly
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| No medication can cure the lust
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| So say a prayer for the sickly
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| Because she belongs to heaven
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| She’s coming over like a suicide
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| And it’s the same old trip
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| The same old trip as before
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| Another complicating suicide
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| And it’s the same old trip
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| The same old trip as before
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| As before
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| You set me up to fucking fail this time
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| You set me up to fucking fail this time
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| You set me up to fucking fail this time
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| You set me up to fucking fail this time
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| You set me up to fucking fail this time
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| You set me up to fucking fail this time
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| You set me up to fucking fail this time
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| You set me up to fucking fail this time
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| She’s coming over like a suicide
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| And it’s the same old trip
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| The same old trip as before
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| Another overbearing suicide
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| And it’s the same old trip
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| The same old trip
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| She’s coming over wearing genocide
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| And it’s the same old trip
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| The same old trip as before
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| Another complicating suicide
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| And it’s the same old trip
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| The same old trip as before
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| As before |