| Something in my eyes when I cry gonna take some getting used to
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| Just hope that when he dies, it’s outside with a lot of breathing room
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| Do you wanna see something neat, it’s all I have to give
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| Seizuring through streets will possibly buy time for him to live
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| And I just wanna see his insides
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| And the colors they could be
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| And maybe taste his blood
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| Because I always wanted to try it
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| But I won’t let it become 'part of my diet
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| Doesn’t see the crime in my mind he thinks that I’m unique
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| Ohio was the prime of my life, getting lost within the trees
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| Didn’t wanna lose a good thing because of higher learning
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| Wonder how the smoke’s lingering will affect the flesh that’s burning
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| And I just wanna see his insides
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| And the colors they could be
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| And maybe taste his blood
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| Because I always wanted to try it
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| But I won’t let it become 'part of my diet
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| But I won’t let it become 'part of my
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| But I won’t let it become 'part of my
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| But I won’t let it become 'part of my diet
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| I won’t let it become 'part of my
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| I won’t let it become 'part of my
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| I won’t let it become 'part of my diet |