| Man, you’ve got a cold dark heart
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| And it burns with a guilty smoke
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| You tell me 'just give in,'
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| And 'you've got nothing to lose,'
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| And I guess I would never know
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| But I was damned from the very start
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| And bound by a crooked plan
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| Then I was left for dead with my head to the ground
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| And my hands tied behind my back
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| Oh, you want to watch me crash?
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| You want to see me burn
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| Just enough to fall apart, and
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| Then, you want to see me crawl?
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| You need to watch me beg and lose it all
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| Is it easier to take a hit
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| Than it is to throw the stone?
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| Better blood on your face
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| Better blood on the ground
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| Well I guess that I’ll never know…
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| Cause it’s best not to give a shit
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| And to speak in a timid tone
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| Keep my tongue to my teeth;
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| Keep my ear to the ground
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| And a blind eye to everyone
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| Oh, you want to watch me crash?
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| You want to see me burn
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| Just enough to fall apart, and
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| Then, you want to see me crawl?
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| You need to watch me beg and lose it all |