| His clocks are all wrong
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| But he knows by how much
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| He’ll turn on you quick with a clinical touch
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| With a clinical touch he’ll sit you in fits
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| And force you to beg for the fruits of the rich
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| And he’ll burn you alive
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| He knows where you hide
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| Leave you cold and surprised
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| You know he broke two hearts in two weeks
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| He’ll swallow your bones and steal all your spit
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| And bring you to life like a talking puppet
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| Like a talking puppet he’ll play with your limbs
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| Swap them around and tie them to strings
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| And he’ll burn you alive
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| He knows where you hide
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| Leave you cold and surprised
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| You know he broke two hearts in two weeks
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| Don’t let him begin, to lower you in Cause he’s tired but he smelt your scent
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| Insanity went out you to the day
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| Broke two hearts in two weeks
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| Broke two hearts in two weeks
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| Tracing his steal? |
| yeah pacing his den
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| If you’ve got it right then he’ll take you again
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| He’ll take you again down to his cell
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| And although she’ll want to she will never tell
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| And he’ll burn you alive
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| He knows where you hide
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| Leave you cold and surprised
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| You know he broke two hearts in two weeks
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| I think thats mostly right |