| Time to pack your bags,
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| No more looking back,
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| So quit your cryin',
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| I know, you know you’re guilty,
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| Guess you must have,
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| Had me in a trance,
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| And now you’ve lost your chance,
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| So just quit tryin',
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| I know, you know you’re guilty,
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| Guess you must have had me hypnotized.
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| Listen carefully, (Shhh)
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| I know it’s hard for you, (I know)
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| You’re not quite used to vulgarity and verbal abuse, (Get ready)
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| Well first off fuck you and what you represent,
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| Tryna take the money you didn’t earn, you won’t see a fucking cent.
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| I’m sorry, did I just make you feel upset?
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| Wanna add a habit and light about 30 cigarettes? |
| (You should)
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| You’re only mad about the fact that I put a light to you,
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| Basically tracing paper when all we see is right through you!
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| Who doesn’t love analogies with a couple meanings,
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| Especially when it makes a prick like you start steaming,
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| I can tell you’re not quite gettin' what I said before,
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| What I mean by tracing paper’s that you’re see-through and disposable.
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| Goodbye.
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| Time to pack your bags,
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| No more looking back,
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| So quit your cryin',
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| I know, you know you’re guilty,
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| Guess you must have,
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| Had me in a trance,
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| And now you’ve lost your chance,
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| So just quit tryin',
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| I know, you know you’re guilty,
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| Guess you must have had me hypnotized.
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| Oh no no
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| You had me hypnotized
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| Oh no no
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| You had me hypno…
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| I heard you been lyin' and tryin' to shit on my name talkin' behind my back,
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| You should never expect the best to rest instead you’re spewin' that bullshit!
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| Come on, you’re not adept in honesty, (nope)
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| And honestly, I see you’ve never delivered apologies.
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| It’s always: «Because of them or because of a thing that happened.»
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| What do you wanna receive for fucking it up all the time? |
| A fucking statue?
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| (Congrats)
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| I’ll call it, hmm «Ode to Mr. Miserable».
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| Call me harsh for throwin' darts and aimin' for your hollow temples.
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| Oh me? |
| Cody died and it’s no more nice guy season.
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| Cause now he’s heated and it’s…
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| Time to pack your bags,
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| No more looking back,
|
| So quit your cryin',
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| I know, you know you’re guilty,
|
| Guess you must have,
|
| Had me in a trance,
|
| And now you’ve lost your chance,
|
| So just quit tryin',
|
| I know, you know you’re guilty,
|
| Guess you must have had me hypnotized.
|
| Oh no no
|
| You had me hypnotized
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| Oh no no
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| You had me hypno…
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| It’s so unnatural,
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| You’re throwing dirt into the details,
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| A common criminal,
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| And now you’re headed for the derail,
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| Liar, liar,
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| Cover up your tracks again,
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| We’re all aboard and it’s a scorcher,
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| Fire, fire,
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| Burnin' up your back,
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| Your sin’s your torture.
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| Time to pack your bags,
|
| No more looking back,
|
| So quit your cryin',
|
| I know, you know you’re guilty,
|
| Guess you must have,
|
| Had me in a trance,
|
| And now you’ve lost your chance,
|
| So just quit tryin',
|
| I know, you know you’re guilty,
|
| Guess you must have had me hypnotized.
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| Oh no no
|
| You had me hypnotized
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| Oh no no
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| You had me hypno…
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| (You are way more than a headache at this point. Do us all a favor,
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| and go fuck yourself.) |