| When the people ceased to cheer for John Of Violence
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| He resigned to spend his time in a tomb of silence
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| And when he struck out for the third and final time
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| On lifeline number nine
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| There was nothing left to be unafraid of
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| And moments from the bridge
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| Payback is a bitch
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| And you never know until you’re falling
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| Just how far that is
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| Keeping to the plan
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| Things got out of hand
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| And his taste for flesh was nothing else
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| Than biting feeding hands and tasting silence
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| John Of Violence
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| When you feed a demon alcohol and sedatives
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| The amnesia that kills regret is relative
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| To the sum of the sins that you’re trying to forget
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| Once the reputation’s set
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| As one man thinks it uncool to remember
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| And moments from the bridge
|
| Payback is a bitch
|
| And you never know until you’re falling
|
| Just how far that is
|
| Keeping to the plan
|
| Things got out of hand
|
| And his taste for flesh was nothing else
|
| Than biting feeding hands and tasting silence
|
| And moments from the bridge
|
| Payback is a bitch
|
| And you never know until you’re falling
|
| Just how far that is
|
| Keeping to the plan
|
| Things got out of hand
|
| And his taste for flesh was nothing else
|
| Than biting feeding hands
|
| And moments from the bridge
|
| Payback is a bitch
|
| And his taste for flesh was nothing else
|
| Than biting feeding hands and tasting silence |