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Driving down the road i hear the radio |
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and your muffled screams through the back seat |
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i just made your shoes but they need to be |
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cleaned for meet and greet |
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so classic so smooth |
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as you sedated me |
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i slipped a little something into your drink |
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a potion, more like a poision |
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i tell you as you drive on |
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brake lights shine through black |
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they reveal the burial plot |
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one last kiss before your final send off |
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you take my final breaths |
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thrust them into the ocean |
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cement shoes |
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i shall become one with death |
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the air bubbles start to surface |
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a sensation of satisfaction sweeps over my entire body |
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content with the done deal |
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the taste of this victory is almost to much for me |
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don't forget i killed you |
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with my death that i home brewed |
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as i sink down i remember what the sea king said |
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"you die here" |
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the chemicals begin to mix |
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vision begins to blur |
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i fall to my knees |
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i am my own victim |
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i was meant this way either way |
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you tapped my phones |
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i made the set up |
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it was meant to be Neptune's plan |
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no fate involved |
