| Well I told you once I would do it again
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| Why don’t you leave while you still can?
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| All your back rooms laid this town to waste
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| You come in darling nice and slow
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| And leave your shiny little guns on the floor
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| Run away with your force fed little world
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| Go tell it on the mountain
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| Or won’t you scream it in my ear
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| Tell me everything I want to hear
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| Won’t you give me little warning before you tell me that I’m the one?
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| There’s razor blades behind your pretty smile
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| And all your childhood parties, they would kill us for the fall (?)
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| Run away with everything you know
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| Go tell it on the mountain
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| Or won’t you scream it in my ear
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| Tell me everything I want to hear |