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He speaks to me in pieces and I do not know what he says. |
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What the hell he talks about? He just spits and shouts. |
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Confusion! What does he mean? |
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He is not able to make up his mind and say that what he thinks. |
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No one can follow him because his thoughts are perplexing. |
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I'm getting crazy! His world's so sick! |
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He's got (- He's got) the Double-Edged Razortongue! |
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Yes, he's got the sore. |
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The word becomes a weapon, |
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and it hurts us all. |
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But I've to get away from you, |
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'cause I'm gonna wound you all! |
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My mind and my tongue are my enemies, |
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and I'm no unity. |
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Due to his rising fuck-madness some people getting hurt by him. |
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No difference between enemies and friends because his tongue is blind. |
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It's a weapon - The Razortongue! |
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I'm bright - he's dark, |
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I'm coloured - he's black/white, |
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I can't follow - he's hollow, |
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his mind's - too sick. |
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He is - the sore, |
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infects - us all, |
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'cause he - has got |
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the Double-Edged Razortongue! |
