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Mr. Pay me |
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you wanna blame me? |
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Now it's your turn to entertain me |
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You call me crazy |
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But hey you made me |
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and now it's your turn to entertain me |
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Well you bled me dry |
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and then deserted me |
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Fed me acidic lies and called it dignity |
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Recklessy abandoned but addicted to your venom |
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Shoving down your shit like meals |
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never asking "Hey what's in it?" |
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Always felt psychotic never knew you were the menace |
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Cloaked within your shame |
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but somehow you made me love it |
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What a cruel disguise that almost murdered me |
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Mr. Pay me |
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you wanna blame me? |
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Now it's your turn to entertain me |
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You call me crazy |
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But hey you made me |
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and now it's your turn to entertain me |
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I helped you clean the knife that you stabbed me with |
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Ripped me into shreds then made me puck up all the pieces |
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Turned my life to toxic waste and then you made me eat it |
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Like Moses in the desert no I never stopped believing |
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You took everything I had, and left me begging you for it |
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Mr. Pay me |
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you wanna blame me? |
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Now it's your turn to entertain me |
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You call me crazy |
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But hey you made me |
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and now it's your turn to entertain me |
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I hope one day you feel old like me |
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I hope you feel cold like me |
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I hope you feel every scratch, every wound, |
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and everywhere that I bleed |
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That's what you get for never knowing me |
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for never holding me |
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I hope you feel everything |
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Mr. Pay me |
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you wanna blame me? |
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Now it's your turn to entertain me |
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You call me crazy |
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But hey you made me |
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and now it's your turn to entertain me |
