| You’ve got to crack the skin
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| And break a bone
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| You’ve got to shake a limb
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| And fill the marrow
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| You’ve got to run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
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| They say you want to run away with us
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| You’ve got to give us all your trust
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| We’re gonna strip you of your face
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| Gonna take you apart and leave not one trace
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| If I could take my own two hands
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| … The weather of your plans
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| Just take that stuff behind my back
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| My face to the wall of will
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| I only know the things I know, I will crawl
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| You’re twisting me over to the side of the track
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| If I were you, I’d go back
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| Don’t say I know you make me sick
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| They say you want to run away with us
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| You’ve got to give us all your trust
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| We’re gonna strip you of your face
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| Gonna take you apart and leave not one trace
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| You’re twisting me over to the side of the track
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| If I were you, I’d go back (x2) |