| Now sing-sing that's alive
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| Now listen, think with your head
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| Now wicked, wicked like a chain
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| Let's lie, let's lie aside
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| To rot - so close on the back
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| Soon we'll be equal
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| Now sing-sing that's alive
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| Now think, think, who is the saint
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| Now wicked, wicked like a chain
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| Lie down, lie down on your back
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| To rot - so bitch aside
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| Soon we'll be equal
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| There's no rush here
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| The words are stale
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| Smells like a stove
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| Sick of a candle
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| Altar
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| Now stand, stand like a hero
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| Looks, looks guard
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| Each of yours is yours, knife
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| Cuts, cuts alive
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| Now sing-sing that's alive
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| Now listen, think with your head
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| Now wicked, wicked like a chain
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| Let's lie, let's lie aside
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| To rot - so close on the back
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| Soon we'll be equal
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| No hope
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| And the trial is over - sit down
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| Everything is as before
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| I am a cute scum
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| Now stand, stand like a hero
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| Looks, looks guard
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| Each of yours, mine, knife
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| Cuts, cuts alive
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| Now sing-sing that's alive
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| Now listen, think with your head
|
| Now wicked, wicked like a chain
|
| Let's lie, let's lie aside
|
| To rot - so close on the back
|
| And soon we will be equal
|
| Now sing-sing that's alive
|
| Now think, think who's the saint
|
| Now wicked, wicked like a chain
|
| Let's lie, let's lie aside
|
| To rot - so close on the back
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| And soon we will be equal |