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You've got a need to suffer |
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Prepare to duck and cover |
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It's coming to you |
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Words are unnecessary |
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When you are dead and buried |
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Does it matter to you? |
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You've got a need to suffer |
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Set fire to your lover |
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It's coming to you |
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No sense of precedent that |
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Hate is the evidence that |
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It all points to you |
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You can't view the shoreline from the sea |
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Now I wondered through the day |
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This fucking look upon my face |
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Blessed are the ones who help me on my way |
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Now you're better off dead |
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You've got a need to suffer |
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Set fire to your brother |
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It's coming to you |
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No sense of precedent that |
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Hate is the evidence that |
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It all points to you |
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You can't tell famine from disease |
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Now I wondered through the day |
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This fucking look upon my face |
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Blessed are the ones who help me on my way |
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Now you're better off dead |
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You turn it off 'cause it turns you on |
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We all burn up under the sun |
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We're looking for you, I said |
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We're looking for you |
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You turn it off 'cause it turns me on |
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We all burn up under the sun |
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We're looking for you, I said |
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We're fucking looking for you |
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What is wrong again? |
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What is wrong again?! |
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It's our chance to make you suffer! |
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We're looking for you |
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Now I wondered through the day |
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This fucking look upon my face |
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Blessed are the ones who help me on my way |
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Now you're better of dead, dead, dead |