| A fist will make you understand intention
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| To raise alarm is underhand, so I cut off the phone
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| I bind you up with tape and catch some TV
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| It’s getting late, the shadows in the street are watching us
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| Check for fibres in the gaps between the teeth, the floorboards
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| Check the fingerprints, go through the trash
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| Maybe I just wanted some attention
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| Compulsion seeks its own way in rejection of the light
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| Every story needs to have an ending
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| We might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air
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| The night is crawling closer to the action
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| Your mouth is driving me into distraction, you talk too much
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| Well every story needs to have an ending
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| We might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air
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| A plague inside your home, I’m raider
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| Defiling all you own, raider
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| A cat among the crows, I’m raider
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| The butcher and his prose, I’m raider |