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To the one true God above, |
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here is my prayer. |
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Not the first you've heard, |
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but the first I wrote. |
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(not the first, but the others |
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were a long time ago...) |
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There are two people here, |
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and I want you to kill them. |
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Her, she can go quietly, |
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by disease, or a blow |
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to the base of her neck, |
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where her necklaces close. |
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Where her garments come together, |
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where I used to lay my face... |
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that's where you oughta kill her, |
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in that particular place. |
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Him, just fucking kill him. |
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I don't care if it hurts. |
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Yes I do -- I want it to. |
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Fucking kill him but first |
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make him cry like a woman |
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(no particular woman) |
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let him hold out, hope that |
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Someone or other might come and |
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Fuckin' kill him. |
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Fuckin' kill him. |
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Kill him already, kill him. (x5) |
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Kill him already, |
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Kill him already, |
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Kill him, fuckin' kill him. |
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Just fuckin' kill him. |
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Fuckin' kill him. |
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Kill him already, kill him. |
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Fuckin' kill him. |
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Kill him. |
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Fuckin' kill him already, kill him. |
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Kill him. |
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Fucking kill him. |
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Kill him, just fucking kill him, |
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kill him already, kill him already, |
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kill him, |
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Amen. |
