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I'll burn that bridge right down, right down to the ground |
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I'll blast it all to hell, with the explosives that I've found |
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I'll cover up my tracks, to make a clean getaway |
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No one knows my whereabouts |
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I'm skipping out and leaving town today |
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There'll probably be some more |
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And sure as shit there was |
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I couldn't seem to get enough, I do just what a psycho does |
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All I gotta do is get me through is |
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Just think about your eyes |
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And how they rest on that wooden chest in my room |
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Attracting all those flies |
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I'll be a vessel of destruction and you can be my muse |
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I'll play a mean game of seduction |
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To keep the girly girls confused |
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I won't regret a single thing, I've got no remorse |
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It delivers me from memories each time I kill |
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They call me Mr. Gore |
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Mr. Gore |
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The most handsome man to date |
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Strapped to the electric chair |
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Nothing left to do but smile and wave |
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They shaved off all my perfect hair |
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For all my charms I can't disarm that, fella pullin' on the switch |
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2,000 volts and now I'm toast |
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Dead at best, a broken hearted wreck |
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So sick |
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I'll be a vessel of destruction and you can be my muse |
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I'll play a mean game of seduction |
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To keep the girly girls confused |
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I won't regret a single thing, I've got no remorse |
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It delivers me from memories each time I kill |
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They call me Mr. Gore |
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Mr. Gore |
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Mr. Gore |
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Mr. Gore |
