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war! |
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you thought i let you get away with this little thing i call my soul? |
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you thought i tolerate your silent terror? NO! |
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i come bakk! |
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i come bakk! |
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believe it or not... |
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this means war against myself... |
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believe it or not... |
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believe it or not... |
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this means war against myself... |
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believe it or not... |
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your spittin' image is spittin'on you |
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and it's afraid of what it is about to do. |
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i speak the unspoken |
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and i know the unknown code of the bakkdoor,straight to your dome! |
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protect yourself from yourself by yourself... |
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it won't help. |
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this is fun, grab a gun, |
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choose the one that is about to get done.. |
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fukk |
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me |
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up |
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now!!!! |
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believe it or not... |
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this means war against myself... |
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believe it or not... |
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believe it or not... |
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this means war against myself... |
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believe it or not... |
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believe it or not! |