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I got a gun pointed at the rat race |
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got my own private road to hell |
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i got a tree, it grows money |
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but it's growing old, and it's winter now |
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i'm a sure fire assassin |
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not so sure what i'm meant to do |
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am i meant to kill? am i meant to thrill? |
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i'm gonna burn this city down |
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cos this city run me around |
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i'm gonna burn this town to the ground |
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ain't no worry, i'm all fired up |
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walk on air, thin air |
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come back down to us forever |
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don't leave now |
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we'll rest together |
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your beating heart is down below |
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there are open wounds in the bedroom |
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follow trails of his bloody gauze |
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we're all going down |
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if you don't heal |
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i'm gonna cut the chord to the man who holds me down under him |
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i'm gonna cut the chord to the man, set me free, rule my world again |
