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Look at the grudge I bear, d'ya think I wanna be a part of the scene |
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Look at the clothes I'm wearing on the pages of your magazine |
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I do believe that revenge is a dish best served with fear |
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So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here |
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Listen to what I'm sayin, is it really what you want me to hear |
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Back in the saddle baby, cos I'm never gonna disappear |
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I know for a fact that my mind's in a mess but my concience is clear |
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So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here |
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I'm not the kind who can just run and hide when the going gets tough |
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I do believe theres a trick up my sleeve when it all gets too much |
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Day after day, I have toiled away through the blood and the grit |
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And if it aint broke, we gotta break it |
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Crawl through the blood |
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Crawl through the grit |
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Crawl through the filth |
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Crawl through the shit |
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Crawl through the pain |
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Crawl through the spit |
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And if it aint broke, you gotta break it |
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Well look at the scars I bear, d'ya really think I wanna be in the scene |
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Look at the way you've turned into just another ****ing machine |
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I do believe that revenge is a dish best served with fear |
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So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here |
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Crawl through the blood |
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Crawl through the grit |
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Crawl through the filth |
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Crawl through the shit |
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Crawl through the pain |
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Crawl through the spit |
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And if it aint broke, you gotta break it |
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(The progress stops here) |