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Well i got my head in my hands again |
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I got my heart in my fist again |
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I do my soul through the twist again |
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Head in my hands, heart in fist, soul doing the twist |
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And we'll be seeing you often again |
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Out on the streets you'll be killing again |
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You'll have a kid in a coffin again |
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I can't make up my mind |
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I couldn't do it cause i don't ?? ?? |
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You can't make up your mind |
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You couldn't do it cause you don't have one |
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Don't ask me for a dime, you're poor |
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And we can't hurt you, we can't hurt you no more |
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So you come on down, kick around, leave em' in the gutter to bleed |
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Then you come on back tomorrow, you can do it again |
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?? (don't know this line) |
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Walk back down the streets, teaching the young your evil ways |
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So you went upstairs, washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again |
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Oh yes you went up stairs washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again |
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I got my head in my hands again |
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I got my heart in my fist again |
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I do my soul through the twist again |
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And we'll be seeing you often again |
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I can't make up my mind |
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I couldn't do it cause i don't ?? |
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You can't make up your mind |
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You couldn't do it cause you don't have one |
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Don't ask me for a dime, you're poor |
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And we can't hurt you, we can't hurt you no more |
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So you come on down, kick around, leave em' in the gutter to bleed |
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Then you come on back tomorrow, you can do it again |
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?? (don't know this line) |
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Walk back down the streets, teaching the young your evil ways |
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So you went upstairs, washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again |
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Oh yes you went up stairs washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again |
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I got my head in my hands again |
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I got my heart in my fist again |
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I do my soul through the twist again |
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You'll have a kid in a coffin again |
