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I'm free, he can't touch me |
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Six feet down and there's no sadness |
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Hands and heads full |
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Old and hostile fists are pounding |
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Nothing's simple |
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No respect or meaning |
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Why the screaming |
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When he's gone, burn the house down |
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Too proud to come to me when you were dying |
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Well, look at the dash now you're frying |
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Hands and heads full |
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Old and hostile fist are pounding |
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Nothing's simple |
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No respect or meaning |
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Why the screaming |
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When he's gone, burn the house down |
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Nothing's simple |
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No respect or meaning |
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Why the screaming |
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Never whimper, hide your feelings |
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And when he's gone, burn the house down |
