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Some want it soft |
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Some want it hard |
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Some like it slow |
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Some like it fast as the shark |
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Few hate it every single way |
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You really need no room to play |
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You make it so damn hard to stay |
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Run away |
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Run away |
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Ooh, you better run away |
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Run away |
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Run away |
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Run before it's too late |
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The truth is right behind you |
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Closing in... on you! |
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So run away |
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You ain't nobody's nightmare |
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You weren't born in flames |
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You ain't no Devil's daughter |
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You don't know the pain |
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There's no 7-headed demons |
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No lakes of blood that drown |
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But on the day your black sun rises |
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It's you who's going down |
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To hell with the pop |
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You wipe the smile right off your face |
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That lifts you high above the whole human race |
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You think your fashion suits you fine |
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Your mind ain't worth of a single dime |
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You will be thrown down for your crimes |
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Run away |
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Run away |
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Ooh, you better run away |
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Run away |
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Run away |
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Run before it's too late |
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The truth is right behind you |
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Closing in... on you! |
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So run away |
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You ain't nobody's nightmare |
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You weren't born in flames |
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You ain't no Devil's daughter |
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You don't know the pain |
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There's no 7-headed demons |
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No lakes of blood that drown |
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But on the day your black sun rises |
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It's you who's going down |
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To hell with the pop |
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You ain't nobody's nightmare |
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You weren't born in flames |
|
You ain't no Devil's daughter |
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You don't know the pain |
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There's no 7-headed demons |
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No lakes of blood that drown |
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But on the day your black sun rises |
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It's you who's going down |
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To hell with the pop |
