| you have seen me lie,
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| you have seen me crucify respect,
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| seen redundant eyes,
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| seen the tension stagger to the mike
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| Made the bed too high,
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| have to slad on matey floors of sin,
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| slap the face too sane,
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| see the face too wet as I, deny — myself, deny
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| Get off, get off me, get off, get off me, get off, get off me, get off,
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| get off me Bet ya posing hard, so secure a smacked up cuntie bitch,
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| now you’re stuck for words, scrambling for sarcastic wit
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| But i got that special knowledge, of the crap that makes your skank head tick.
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| All that brave you like, all that shirty pretence, you deny — yourself deny
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| Get off, get off me, get off, get off me, get off, get off me, get off,
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| get off me |