| Burying the hatchet
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| Where it never makes a sound
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| You can find it six feet under
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| Decomposing in the ground
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| Call me up a doctor
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| 'Cause these idle hands
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| Do as they please
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| They obey no master
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| Take them from me
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| Call a doctor
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| These hands are my burden
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| Better put them on the shelf
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| Oh, I swear I need a surgeon
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| Won’t you make me something else
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| Let them try again to fix me
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| You can’t tame the wrath inside
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| I wonder how the Jekyll coped
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| To know he was the Hyde
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| Call me up a doctor
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| 'Cause my brain is set to overload
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| It obeys the monster
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| Take it from me
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| Call a doctor
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| My brain is my burden
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| Better put it on the shelf
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| Oh, I swear I need a surgeon
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| Scratch this version of myself
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| These hands are my burden
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| Better put them on the shelf
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| Oh, I swear I need a surgeon
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| Won’t you make me something else
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| Death is the distraction
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| We began inside this trap
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| And it’s all a chain reaction
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| Don’t get settled in too fast
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| Silence all the voices
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| They’re competing in my head
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| I think it’s time to meet my maker
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| I have no control and…
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| These hands are my burden
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| Better put them on the shelf
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| Oh, I swear I need a surgeon
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| Won’t you make me something else
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| My brain is my burden
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| Better put it on the shelf
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| Oh, I swear I need a surgeon
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| Scratch this version of myself
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| (Woah)
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| (Woah)
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| (Woah)
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| (Woah) |