| From the first time that we met
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| I thought you were so innocent
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| I didn’t understand what you could do
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| Now I see that you will never be
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| A human being
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| And you’re still running over people
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| Like they’re no big fucking deal
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| Stepping over all the bodies looking for stuff to steal
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| You’re just building bridges with everything you take
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| And burning them behind you with the carnage in you wake
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| What makes you tick I can’t conceive
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| Flat out refuse to believe
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| Your marginal propensity to consume
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| And now I know
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| That everywhere you go
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| You’re making enemies
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| And you’re still running over people
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| Like they’re no big fucking deal
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| Stepping over all the bodies looking for stuff to steal
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| You’re just building bridges with everything you take
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| And burning them behind you with the carnage in your wake
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| Now you’re finding it’s getting harder
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| To maintain treading water
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| And never look back to see what’s there
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| But it’s welling up behind you
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| And one day it’s going to find you…
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| And you won’t be running over people
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| Like they’re no big fucking deal |
| Or stepping over all the bodies looking for stuff to steal
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| No more building bridges with everything you take
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| I hope they all enjoy themselves at your wake |