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Come to know them and what makes them burn, |
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take out your aggressions and aleviate the hurt, |
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you'll find so much you'll never know, |
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I sit down now, |
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'cause I'm not playing with you, |
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amusing, |
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abusing, |
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you'll give in on your demons, |
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impassive, |
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aggressive, |
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accousing all that come to, |
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hurt the ones... you've grown to love, |
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you'd be on them, |
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It'll make 'em fill their empty soul, |
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inflated to them... |
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all shoppers, alcohol enhanced, |
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you'll find guilt in a checkered past, |
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you'll have the last word. |
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As I sit this one out have them dancing around me, afraid. |
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Come to know them and what makes them burn, |
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take out your aggressions and aleviate the hurt, |
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you'll find so much you'll never know. |
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You give me strength to call it weak. |
