| He had a cheap guitar
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| And he wrote this tune
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| It goes, «Somebody owes me something
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| It might as well be you»
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| Hey now
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| You’re gonna get your blood sucked out
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| He had a dirty mind
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| And he sent this note
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| It said, «We're gonna get some money for nothing
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| On every song you wrote»
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| Hey now
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| You’re gonna get your blood sucked out
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| You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)
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| And I’ll see you in hell before we’re through
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| 'Cause I got nothing to prove to you
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| He had a crooked eye
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| With a sideways glance
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| And thought, «I'll catch you in some twisted logic
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| And then I’ll watch you dance»
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| Hey now
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| You’re gonna get your blood sucked out
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| Six billion people
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| Six billion ways (To do)
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| Six billion kinds of damage
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| That all feel the same
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| Hey now
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| You’re gonna get your blood sucked out
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| You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)
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| And I’ll see you in hell before we’re through
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| 'Cause I got nothing to prove to you
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| You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)
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| And I’ll see you in hell before we’re through
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| 'Cause I got nothing to prove
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| You’re gonna get your blood sucked out
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| You’re gonna get your blood sucked out
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| You’re gonna get your blood sucked out
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| You’re gonna get your blood sucked out |