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He had a cheap guitar |
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And he wrote this tune |
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It goes, "Somebody owes me something |
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It might as well be you" |
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Hey now |
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You're gonna get your blood sucked out |
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He had a dirty mind |
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And he sent this note |
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It said, "We're gonna get some money for nothing |
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On every song you wrote" |
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Hey now |
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You're gonna get your blood sucked out |
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You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah) |
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And I'll see you in hell before we're through |
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'Cause I got nothing to prove to you |
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He had a crooked eye |
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With a sideways glance |
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And thought, "I'll catch you in some twisted logic |
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And then I'll watch you dance" |
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Hey now |
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You're gonna get your blood sucked out |
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Six billion people |
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Six billion ways (To do) |
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Six billion kinds of damage |
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That all feel the same |
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Hey now |
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You're gonna get your blood sucked out |
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You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah) |
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And I'll see you in hell before we're through |
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'Cause I got nothing to prove to you |
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You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah) |
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And I'll see you in hell before we're through |
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'Cause I got nothing to prove |
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You're gonna get your blood sucked out |
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You're gonna get your blood sucked out |
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You're gonna get your blood sucked out |
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You're gonna get your blood sucked out |
