| Lover, you are my tantamount
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| Keeping my feet on solid ground
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| And I need you, oh I do
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| But I don’t need your fear
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| You’re the new face of death
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| The face of endless torment
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| It’s where your war is and where your life will end
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| At the hands of peasant’s son
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| You think you’ll run
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| But I know where you hide
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| Among the rats and snakes and faithless men
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| «Oh, father pray for me»
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| They’ve filled me with lies to the brim (to the brim)
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| Shit
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| Down in the city, ain’t got no water
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| I’ve gotta be the man, I can for my daughter
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| I’m coming out tomorrow
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| Lie to me baby, I’m afraid
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| I’m coming out tomorrow either way
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| Either way, oh
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| We are the new face of death
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| So, take a good hard look
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| We’re underneath your skin
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| We want the lives you too, k paid for in red
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| Got you looking underneath your bed
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| For this monster you created
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| So get bent, all out of shape
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| I’ll fucking break you
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| All out of shape
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| I’ll fucking break you
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| All out of shape
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| I’ll fucking break you
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| All out of shape
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| I’ll fucking break you
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| If you’re out here to run
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| If you’re out here to run, then shut the fuck up
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| I’m coming out tomorrow
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| Lie to me baby, I’m afraid
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| I’m coming out tomorrow either way
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| Either way, oh
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| Lover, you are my Antebellum
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| Seizure over the weaker of me |