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Clock starts ticking away |
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Count the minutes you are in it till judgment day |
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Life spent hard on the run |
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Never staying. |
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Never paying for what you've done |
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Lookin' at you outside you want to be clean |
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But your, |
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Dirty lies like the inside of your, girlie magazines |
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Wanna know the reason they call me obscene? |
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You're gonna meet me on your color |
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TV screen |
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Public enemy #1, |
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Targets on my head better get a gun |
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Public Enemy #1, |
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In the home of the brave |
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Public Enemy #1, |
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Targets on your head better get a gun |
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Public Enemy #1, |
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In the home of the free |
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Got a Virus to spread |
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Got you hooked breathing heavy now you see red |
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An urge getting ready to feed |
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Now that you live it there's a lesson you must heed |
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They got a bullseye trained on you and there's nothing that you ever can do |
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They got a sure shot right in low |
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And you won no no no no no no know |
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What it feels like to be like me cuz you want to be real |
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But you're looking into the mirror and staring back at a fiend |
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Wipe out you insides but you're never coming clean |
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Gonna make the headlines of your color |
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TV screen |
