| Mister, are you looking at me?
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| I’m
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| Afraid you want me to be
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| You got the, scissor
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| And cut me free
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| Make the mould and pour the concrete
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| of hypocrisy
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| It’s a
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| Our society, you’re a
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| No I’ll never believe
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| So pull up your anchor and leave me at sea
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| Won’t be the pawn,
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| Ready in 3, 2, 1, you better run, run, run
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| Won’t be the prey, you wanna play?
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| Countdown in 3, 2, 1, you better run
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| Feel like I’m burning up, yes I’m on fire, yes I’m on fire
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| Explode, explode and you won’t put me out
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| Twister, heading straight to your door
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| Then ya, will never be like before
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| Got my splinter, going right through your core
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| Pierces your lungs
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| like you’re not really sure where we
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| I’ll make you endure every
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| When it rains, it pours
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| won the whole war
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| Won’t be the pawn,
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| out for blood, carnivore
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| At ya keeping score for ya
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| Won’t be the prey, you wanna play?
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| Countdown in 3, 2, 1, you better run
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| Feel like I’m burning up, yes I’m on fire, yes I’m on fire
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| Explode, explode and you won’t put me out
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| Feel like I’m burning up, yes I’m on fire, yes I’m on fire
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| Explode, explode and you won’t put me out |