| I think I found hell
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| I think I found something
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| I think I found something in my TV screen
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| I think I found out that I have nothing
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| That I have nothing in this place for me
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| I watched it all in my head, perfect sense
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| They'll take me from my bed
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| Leave everything that is worth a single cent
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| And just take me instead
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| That TV show I saw as I fell asleep
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| Had me on both my knees
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| Praying to whatever is in heaven, please send me a felon
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| And don't let the police know
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| Anything, anything
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| Don't tell them anything
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| Anything, please
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| Anything, anything
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| Don't tell them anything
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| Anything, please, oh
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| I think I can tell
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| I think I can tell them
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| Tell them they were made for me
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| I'm thinking they'll know, know it already
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| I'm thinking they'll know just about everything
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| I bet they planned it all out like the shows
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| Went everywhere I go
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| Walked in the store right behind me
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| Stood in line right beside me and followed me to my home
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| I'm sure they figured it out, early on
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| That I would never run
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| That they could shoot but that's not fun
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| 'Cause then they're killing their stolen son
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| Oh, anything, anything
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| Don't tell them anything
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| Anything, please
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| Anything, anything
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| Don't tell them anything
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| Anything, please
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| Anything, anything
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| Don't tell them anything
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| Anything, please
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| Anything, anything
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| Don't tell them anything
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| Anything, please, oh
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| We're going to die, die, down, die, die, down
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| We're going to die, die, down, die
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| We're going to die, die, down, die, die, down
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| We're going to die, die, down, die
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| (I think I found love) |