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You tell me |
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I'm the devil |
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Then scratch my flesh with your horns |
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You tell me do what |
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I sayDon't do what |
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I've doneI can see the way you act and |
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I can see the way you lie |
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I can see the truth right through you |
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Open up your mouth and fly |
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You say you are better than me |
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You say you are all supreme |
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You can't tell the truth in spite of you |
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And every little step a dream |
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HypocriteVery thing |
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I do you tell me |
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Every thing |
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I do is wrong |
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Lecture all about the evils |
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Go until I write this song |
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Make a pile your opinions |
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Make an observation law |
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Don't hold back and tell me what you |
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Hear and feel and spoke and saw |
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HypocriteDon't know what to do |
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Don't know where to go |
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But I know what your gonna say |
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Take a stab at all my dreams and visions |
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Lash out, maybe guilt will wash away |
