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Well, the crooks are out |
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And the streets are gray |
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You know I wouldn't have it |
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Any other way, yeah |
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Your mother's words |
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They're, they're ringing still |
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But your mother |
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Don't pay our bills, yeah |
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A sinister kid, is a kid who |
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Runs to meet his maker |
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A drop dead sprint from the day he's born |
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Straight into his makers arms |
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And that's me, that's me |
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The boy with the broken halo |
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That's me, that's me |
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The devil won't let me be |
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I got a tortured mind |
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And my blade is sharp |
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A bad combination |
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In the dark |
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If I kill a man |
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In the first degree |
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Baby, would you |
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Would you flee with me? |
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A sinister kid, is a kid who |
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Runs to meet his maker |
|
A drop dead sprint from the day he's born |
|
Straight into his makers arms |
|
And that's me, that's me |
|
The boy with the broken halo |
|
That's me, that's me |
|
The devil won't let me be |
|
A sinister kid, is a kid who |
|
Runs to meet his maker |
|
A drop dead sprint from the day he's born |
|
Straight into his makers arms |
|
And that's me, that's me |
|
The boy with the broken halo |
|
That's me, that's me |
|
The devil won't let me be |
