| Don't Cross Me |
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| You’ve got your back against the wall |
| I see you begging on your knees |
| In a real ruff tuff situation |
| But now the liars need to feed |
| I hear the whispers on the air tonite |
| The taste of freedom on your lips |
| I’d follow reason to the very end |
| You’ll never hear me call your name |
| Don’t cross me |
| I’d rather spend my time in hell |
| Don’t you cross me |
| All was justified when heaven fell |
| Don’t cross me |
| I’d rather spend my time in hell |
| Don’t you cross me |
| All was justified when heaven fell |
