| You ain’t from around these parts
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| No, you ain’t from this town
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| Your headed to ascend the throne
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| And wear that thorny crown
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| But I’m here to testify
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| You won’t like what you hear
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| If you keep that mouth on runnin'
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| You’re gonna disappear
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| Oh, make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna grab that rusty shovel
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| And lose my self-control
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| Oh, make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna put you in the ground
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| And steal your wretched soul
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| Well, you think your words are final
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| Then speak the gospel truth
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| But speakin' with a fork-tongue
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| And a fang there for a tooth
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| Venom that you’re spittin'
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| Well, it don’t got much bite left
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| So you best bite your tongue
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| And you best save your breath
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| Oh, make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna grab that rusty shovel
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| And lose my self-control
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| Oh, make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna put you in the ground
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| And steal your wretched soul
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| Oh, make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna grab that rusty shovel
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| And lose my self-control
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| Oh, make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna put you in the ground
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| And steal your wretched soul
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| Well as far as I’ve come, I’ve seen through the lie
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| The truth is plain to see
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| I can see right through the slings and arrows
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| You got aimed at me
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| The cracks are gettin' bigger
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| And the flood is comin' fast
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| So pick and choose your words
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| 'Cause they might just be your last!
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| Oh, make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna grab that rusty shovel
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| And lose my self-control
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| Gonna make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna put you in the ground
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| And steal your wretched soul
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| Gonna make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!)
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| Gonna make me a hole!
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| (Dig me a hole!) |