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On me |
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There's a button |
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They've ticket the goods, |
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They've labeled the luggage. |
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They sent me here, |
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To a sterile, white |
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Waiting room. |
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Not only I know |
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I contain a ticking bomb. |
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They say |
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The word. |
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They know |
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The word is the code. |
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He oughta handle it. |
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Oh, I explode into pieces. |
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Do I care? |
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My dismal lifework. |
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Who am I? |
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What have I done? |
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I've lost my self again. |
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I've punished the good, |
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The innocent, my beloved, |
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My liberator, my savior. |
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I know the situation. |
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I realize my deeds. |
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Blowing off the bomb |
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Was lengthening |
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Way out of hell. |
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Now who am I |
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Deserving mercy now. |
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Done is done. |
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Perhaps I need |
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Another bomb. |
