| Eyes like a search light at night, aimed at the sky…
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| There ain’t no doubt, they’ll shoot you out, for what you’re about,
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| dodging these bullets they aim for you…
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| You’ve been invited to fight in this long secret war, buyer beware,
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| there’s people out there, they don’t really care… holding a mailbomb
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| addressed to you…
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| You could never kill
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| What never dies with your little lies, come on…
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| Fools think they control some peoples lives with their little lies,
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| they’re wrong…
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| Voices, footsteps, shadows they follow you home…
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| You’ll hear the sound of men underground standing around, holding a shovel to
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| bury you…
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| You’ve been invited to tear down this locked secret door…
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| There ain’t no doubt they’ll take you out and all you’re about…
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| Dodging these daggers they throw at you…
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| You could never kill
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| What never dies with your little lies, come on…
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| Fools think they control some peoples lives with their little lies,
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| they’re wrong…
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| You could never kill what never dies with your little lies, come on
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| Fools think they control some peoples lives with their little lies,
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| they’re wrong…
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| Some don’t want to see you win…
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| Some don’t want to see you fly…
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| Some don’t want to see you live…
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| They just want to see you…
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| You could never kill
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| What never dies with your little lies, come on…
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| Fools think they control some peoples lives with their little lies,
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| they’re wrong
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| You could never kill
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| What never dies with your little lies, come on
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| Fools think they control some peoples lives with their little lies,
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| they’re wrong |