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Is this something that you thought you could do |
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And even get away with now? |
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When cries come from the ones |
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Who broke their backs for you |
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And lost everything that they ever had. |
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Write this down, and lie through your teeth |
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As you smile, but never forget. |
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It won't happen again |
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Blood from a wound that was open |
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Is where it drank its life away. |
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Then we saw you, |
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So choke on the mess you made, |
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And don't think about what could have been. |
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Just feel this knife in your back when this record spins. |
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Is this something that you thought you could do |
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And even get away with? |
