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Killer, what you know 'bout me? |
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Killer, what am I supposed to be? |
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Killer, what you know about me |
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Is what I'm wrong, wrong. |
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Killer, don't be proud with me. |
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Killer, I don't feel like living. |
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Killer, what you know 'bout me |
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Is that I'm wrong, wrong. |
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I'm gonna give my very end to you |
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Cause you will be my murderer, |
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You'll be my killer |
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It's like a final dance for me and you |
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Where if you'll get some pleasure, |
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Well, I will get it too... |
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Killer, what you know 'bout me? |
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Killer, what am I supposed to be? |
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Killer, what you know about me |
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Is what I'm wrong, wrong. |
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The world if miserable and fits for fools |
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I mean it ain't worth living, my life is meaningless, |
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So just take aim and pull the trigger, but |
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I just forbid you to kiss me or kiss me before I leave. |
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Killer, what you know 'bout me? |
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Killer, what am I supposed to be? |
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Lady, what you know 'bout me? |
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Or it is better to say |
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"Do you know what I used to be...?" |
