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They go ahead and publish any old dross |
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They turn their nose up at me it was literature's loss |
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It's amazing you can carry a sledgehammer down the street |
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Pass parking security without missing a beat |
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Such a clear blue sky and lunch break is soon |
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Elevators descend from all those little grey rooms |
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They'll be coming for me |
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They'll be coming for me |
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I read a suicide manual and I picked my doom |
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I'm following a plan at the strike of noon |
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The hammer rings the bell on every bonnet and trunk |
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The crunch of Merc windshields is making me drunk |
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I'm smashing Jags and BMs down the line |
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The heated voices behind mark the end of my time |
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They're coming for me |
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I hear them coming for me |
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I'll fill this stink hole city with a dying scream |
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I'll haunt the souls of every man who squashed my dream |
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All the suits and the ties, they're all going to hell |
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There's a pounding in my head like the liberty bell |
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It's the steel caps and fists going boom! Boom! Boom! |
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I hear an ambulance siren coming way too soon |
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Don't let them come for me |
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Don't let them rescue me |
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They're coming for me |
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It's not supposed to be this way |
