| Life is like a circle, from your head down to your feet
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| You just keep goin' ‘round and ‘round till it’s you you meet
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| Then you get there, then you get there.
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| And when your so called friends ignore you
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| ‘Cause you’ve sucked up all their pain
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| They make you drop the hammer and quietly go insane
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| And when you get there, when you get there.
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| You get a bullet thru the backseat
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| You get a bullet thru the backseat
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| You get a bullet thru the backseat
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| You get a bullet thru the backseat.
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| I been watchin' your sweet little ass
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| ‘Cause I thought you’d save my life
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| But you turned out like all the rest
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| Spare the butcher’s knife.
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| Give me a bullet thru the backseat
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| Give me a bullet thru the backseat
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| Give me a bullet thru the backseat
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| Give me a bullet thru the backseat.
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| Bullet thru the backseat
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| Bullet thru the backseat, baby.
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| You walk like my friend, you talk like my friend
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| You take my tea, you break my bread
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| There’s nothing more to say
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| You never could have played it any way
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| Odd to be driving your own death wish. |