| I bet you want me dead
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| I bet you’d rather see me with dirt above
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| my head
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| I bet you tell everyone you meet
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| That you taught me everything i know
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| That’s not the way that the story goes
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| So keep on swinging, keep your bullshit
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| coming
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| And i promsie you that i will hit the
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| ground running
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| Towards your family, your friends
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| And everything you ever loved
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| I swear to you, you won’t be sorry enough
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| Go get your matches
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| Yeah go get your kerosene
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| Keep spilling bullshit about thing you
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| don’t mean
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| And the filth that you spit through the
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| cracks in your teeth
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| It’s more disgusting than the crust on
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| your sleeve
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| I recognized this was a part of your plan
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| Controlling me like a puppet tied to your
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| hands
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| You had me fooled when this had all just
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| began
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| Keep sitting tall looking down from the
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| thrown that’s in your head
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| Tell me more about how you know who
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| I’m supposed to be
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| These bloodshot eyes keep on showing
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| me that you’re a disease
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| Go get your matches
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| Yeah go get your kerosene
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| Keep spilling bullshit about thing you
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| don’t mean
|
| And the filth that you spit through the
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| cracks in your teeth
|
| It’s more disgusting than the crust on
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| your sleeve
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| Puppeteer pulling strings on everything
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| That you get near
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| I bet you’d rather see me dead
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| Than to have success fall on your
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| head
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| Well I’m glad that I made myself clear
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| Puppeteer
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| Go get your matches
|
| Yeah go get your kerosene
|
| Keep spilling bullshit about thing you
|
| don’t mean
|
| And the filth that you spit through the
|
| cracks in your teeth
|
| It’s more disgusting than the crust on
|
| your sleeve
|
| I recognized this was a part of your plan
|
| Controlling me like a puppet tied to your
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| hands
|
| You had me fooled when this had all just
|
| began
|
| Keep sitting tall looking down from the
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| thrown that’s in your head |