| You’ve been sleeping with one eye open
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| 'Cause he always could come back, ya know?
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| And you’ve been walking these streets unguarded
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| Waiting for any man to explode
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| You spend hours in the mirror hating
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| But you can get that power, too
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| It’s not you, it’s them
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| You should get it too
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| You should get it too
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| 'Cause they always could come back, ya know?
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| It’s all just friction
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| But don’t forget the revenge
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| Act like you got some velvet for sale
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| Then, you destroy their hope for deliverance
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| Don’t offer no reason
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| Instill in them the fear that comes with being prey
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| Now watch me holding it one-handed
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| Sideways trusting in that clip
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| The cock & pull will get the ol' boys dancing
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| Then she said
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| «The recoil is the celebration
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| The blood like oil spilling on the floor
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| This’ll surely feel against your nature
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| But girl, you gotta move on
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| Guarantee at least one bullet goes behind the eyes
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| 'Cause they always could come back for more»
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| It’s all just friction
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| But don’t forget the revenge
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| Act like you got some velvet for sale
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| Then, you destroy their hope for deliverance
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| Don’t offer no reason
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| Instill in them the fear that comes with being prey |