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I cut my nails to the quick |
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But still i was caught with my hand in the till |
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Red-handed. |
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Give me something, |
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Give me anything |
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The threat of everything is when it becomes nothing at all |
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Fingers reaching, trophy swelling |
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That's when desire trips me up. |
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Got a new technique money let's the pieces fit where they fall. |
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Privilege - it sanctions everything. |
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Security - a net under it all. |
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My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling |
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That's when desire trips me up. |
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I cut my nails to the quick |
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But still I was caught with my hand in the till. |
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Red-handed |