| Nail a coffin, keep it shut
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| Try and dig a deeper rut
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| Planning on a pay cut
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| Xmas time
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| Looking for a big break
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| Limbless get a fair shake
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| Sleeping through the earthquake in your mind
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| Ok I messed up, never did what I said I would do
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| Go away… this hiccup is gonna last till the party is through
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| Leave me swinging in the breeze, with lice and fleas
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| I admit I forget I don’t know the words
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| Cut down in our prime, left for dead before our time
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| Thanks for looking out for me, just save your philosophy, oh yeah…
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| I’m betting on a point shave
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| Getting told to behave
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| Try and be a good slave
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| Collard tight
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| Guessing it’s a no go
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| Waiting for the say so
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| Getting told to law-low…
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| Ditch, headlights
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| Ok… try not to un-impress all the monks who can bless
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| Go away… I f**ked up, but I don’t got a thing to confess
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| Old friends come to see…
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| Congratulate our poverty, they all know the words!
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| What say I disappear
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| Call it a day, call it a year
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| What will all the neighbours say?
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| The press will have a field day
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| I said baby, she a tear cause we sensing the catastrophe
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| Blame me when the psychic ruins the plot
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| Baby will you talk to me?
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| Or will you cut out right before you’re seen?
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| Caught up in your silly scheme, crying in a happy dream…
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| Where we both get what we want
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| Where we both get what we want
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| Where we both get what we want
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| More blood… |