| Consider this a confession
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| There’s sulfur on my breath
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| Bring me death
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| I can feel the hate
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| Running straight through my veins
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| My nerves are wearing thin
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| Like a fine Chardonnay
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| I can feel the hate
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| I live a life of pain
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| No one is safe
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| I’ve killed before and I liked it
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| Didn’t you hear what I said?
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| I’ve killed before and I liked it
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| Don’t you dare tell me it’s in my head
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| Do you like Huey Lewis and the news?
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| «Hey Paul!»
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| Something is happening
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| I need blood to fill my needs
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| I tried to tell you
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| But you didn’t listen
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| I’m into murders and executions
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| I can feel the hate
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| I live a life of pain
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| Bring me death |