| Someone here is a two face liar
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| Spreading gossip like an old town crier
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| Bent on revenge, squeeking like a rusty hinge
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| How could you never stop and think we’d notice
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| Slam us in print and then for spite misquote us
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| Risking your life
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| Shaking one hand while the other one’s
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| Twisting the knife
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| Up at night online spreading rumors
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| Pecking the keys on your mom’s computer
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| But out on the street
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| You always act so nice and sweet
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| It won’t make you cool to find a name to trample
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| Just keep it up, we’ll make you the example
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| 'cause we’re not mice
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| Shaking one hand while the other one’s
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| Twisting the knife
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| Hidden cowards can heckle
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| And drunken frat boys can yell
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| But your kind irritates us too well
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| You must wanna be a story we tell
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| Someday soon you’re gonna learn your lesson
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| You can believe we’re not one’s who threaten
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| Without intent, we follow up 100%
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| Zip up your mouth, take a key, and lock it
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| Before you end up with both arms out of socket
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| Rolling the dice
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| Shaking one hand while the other one’s
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| Twisting the knife |