| Hey, wait
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| Before you walk out for the last time, would you do me this favor?
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| Hey, wait
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| Before you walk out for the last time, would you do me this favor?
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| And take, take this paring knife, and thrust it deep, so deep into my side
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| And be sure, when you draw it from my skin
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| That my eyes, they meet yours, and you grin
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| Because while seeing is believing
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| Sometimes looks can be deceiving
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| So when I tell you I’m through with you, don’t be fooled
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| I’ll be six feet under, when I’m over you
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| Let’s toast
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| Pour one last drink to us
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| Make mine one part tonic, two parts poison
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| And be sure, when the glass falls from my lips
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| That my eyes, they meet yours, and you grin
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| Because while seeing is believing
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| Sometimes looks can be deceiving
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| So when I tell you I’m through with you, don’t be fooled
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| I’ll be six feet under, when I’m over you
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| Already ripped my heart out of my chest
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| I watched you watch me bleed
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| Just what do you have planned for what is left?
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| Take whatever you need
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| Hey, wait
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| Before you walk out for the last time, would you do me this favor?
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| I’m over you
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| I’m over you
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| I’m over you… |