| What — you think I’ll let drink me to death?
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| What — you really think you’re all I got left?
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| You’re not exactly in the picture, are you?
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| You’re not exactly with me here, are you?
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| You won’t let me fall into the same pit
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| Then how come you’re full of the same shit
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| I’m not your one plus one equals sell out
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| Just go and shut the damn door on your way out
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| Keep talking, keep talking
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| Words are all you got, keep walking
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| What — what’s wrong with taking sides
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| When they’re clear, man?
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| Quit wiping your hands in my shirt, man
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| I’m not your one plus one equals sell out
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| I am your two plus two, now get the fuck out
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| Counting, talking, talking, counting
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| Everything worth big fat nothing
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| This, that, maybe, if, not, yes, but
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| Would and should not — is that all you got?
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| It’s one word from me and it’s over
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| You got that?
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| Where did the line go? |
| You’re out of chances
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| To hell with your questions, I want some answers
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| Where did the line go? |
| I’m about to cross it
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| Might as well show you just what I call profit
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| You’re not exactly with me here, are you?
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| You know I don’t have to do any of this
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| But I want to
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| And the only reason you’re envolved
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| Is 'cos I let you… |