| So you’re slick you little cheap bitch
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| You run for cover in the sea snitch
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| Lord knows what I’d like to do to you
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| Put your fucking head in the sand
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| And I’ll be waiting here
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| For You
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| Run away, run away.
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| Coward.
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| Run away, run away
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| Put the fucking gun in my hand
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| I don’t know what to do with it
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| But I know what I should do with it now
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| Put the fucking gun in my hand
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| I don’t know what to do with it
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| But I know what I should do with it now
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| Coward
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| Been running games, since we last met
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| Soon, you’ll be amazed its your last breath
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| Don’t know what to say,
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| Won’t know what to do
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| The time’s gone.
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| Your fucking heads are out of the sand
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| And guess who’s waiting there
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| For you
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| Run away, run away
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| Run away, run away.
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| Coward
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| Run away, run away.
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| Coward.
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| Run away, run away.
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| Put the fucking gun in my hand
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| I don’t know what to do with it
|
| But I know what I should do with it now
|
| Put the fucking gun in my hand
|
| I don’t know what to do with it
|
| But I know what I should do with it now.
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| Run away, run away.
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| Run away, run away
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| Coward
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| Run away, run away
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| Coward
|
| Run away, run away.
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| Put the fucking gun in my hand
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| I don’t know what to do with it
|
| But I know what I should do with it now
|
| Put the fucking gun in my hand
|
| I don’t know what to do with it
|
| But I know what I should do with it now.
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| Coward. |