| Before you hedge those bets you’ve placed against me
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| Be reticent of fortunes, they foretell
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| Your verbal defecation I can’t wash away despite myself
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| Your vanity, it seems has served you well
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| You’re so quick to choose the path walked by the righteous
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| So you can go and nest among the weak
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| The innocent observers will refuse to find the lie within
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| Renew the disappointment of the meek
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| You’re no Jesus Christ
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| You’re no Jesus Christ
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| Put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger
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| I feel so alive here
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| Put the gun in my mouth that tastes so bitter
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| I feel so alive here
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| You’re no Jesus Christ
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| You’re no Jesus Christ
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| You keep taking over, I keep rolling over
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| You keep taking over, I keep rolling over
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| Before you hedge those bets you placed against me
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| Be reticent of fortunes, they foretell
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| Your verbal defecation I can’t wash away despite myself
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| Your vanity, it seems has served you well
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| You keep taking over, I keep rolling over
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| You keep taking over, I keep rolling over
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| You keep taking over, I keep rolling over
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| You keep taking over, I keep rolling over
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| I can’t take it anymore |