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Things could be worse |
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I'm not a fretter |
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But then there's the curse |
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Things could be better! |
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My knuckles bruised |
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And my shoulder's cut |
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I stand accused |
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Chained in this hut |
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(Pay the piper) |
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(I want my money paid today) |
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Now my payment's due |
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I've kept my point of view |
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(Made a wrong step) |
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(Took a spill and he will pay) |
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I can smell the brew |
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And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew |
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My head is thick |
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With matted blood |
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A painful trick |
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(?) |
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I should have known |
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To keep secrets hid |
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My cover's blown |
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Lord save this kid |
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(Pay the piper) |
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(I want my money paid today) |
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Now my payment's due |
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I've kept my point of view |
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(Made a wrong step) |
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(Took a spill and he will pay) |
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I can smell the brew |
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And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew |
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Things could be worse |
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But then there's the curse |
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My knuckles bruised |
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I stand accused |
