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I knew all along |
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That I was right at the start |
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Bout the seeds of the weeds |
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That grew in your heart |
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Self satisfaction for the factions |
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Who formed to tear us apart |
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Well, I gave you the Midas touch |
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Oh, you turned round and scratched out my heart |
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Oh, what did you expect? |
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Oh, tell me what did you expect? |
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To lay it on my head |
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So is it all upon my head? |
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Bang, bang, you're dead |
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Always so easily lead |
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Bang, bang, you're dead |
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Put all the rumors to bed |
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Bang, bang, you're dead |
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I knew all along |
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But I was loathe to believe |
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There was nothing but spite |
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Fury and lies of the words that you weave |
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An illusion to a conclusion |
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And oh, it's, oh, so tawdry |
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When you put it to bed, kick it in the head |
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Oh, won't they just let it be? |
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Bang, bang, you're dead |
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Always so easily lead |
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Bang, bang, you're dead |
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Put all the rumors to bed |
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Bang, bang, you're dead |
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Oh, what did you expect? |
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Oh, tell me what did you expect? |
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To lay it on my head |
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So is it all upon my head? |
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Bang, bang, you're dead |
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Always so easily lead |
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Bang, bang, you're dead |
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Put all the rumors to bed |
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Bang, bang, you're dead |
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Bang, bang, bang, bang, you're dead |
