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They say I oughta be ashamed, |
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For succumbing to the fruit, |
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Love is so passe, |
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But you throw me to the wolves, |
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Decency and sympathy will never fill the hole, |
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Tragedy and drama, |
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An you threw away your soul, |
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Holding back the insults that you've got coming to you, |
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Try to feel compassion like my mother taught me to, |
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But I'm just a sadist in every way, |
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I've got to hear it, |
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Got to see it, |
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I just wanna say. |
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You mother****er, |
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I hope you die you mother****er, |
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I hope you die you mother****er, |
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I hope you die you mother****er. |
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We're always turning off the lights, |
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With the ones we're turning on, |
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Why give me a break, |
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When you could be getting off? |
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Turn your face and run away, |
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From matters of the heart, |
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Don't be so tame, |
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You know the game, |
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Just try to play the part, |
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Gaudy little knickknacks that are strewn about the room, |
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Dirty little secrets keep you hiding from the truth, |
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Well I hate to say it, |
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I'm built this way, |
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You've gotta believe me, |
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I mean it when I say. |
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Just get it in your head that I'm finished with you, |
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If you're gonna make a bed, |
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Better lie in it, too, |
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I'm saying it again, |
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Hope I'm getting to you, |
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If someone's gonna die than I really really hope it's you. |
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You... You... You... |
