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Bloodshot on the panicked eye |
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Too gone for resolution |
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Too late for the gallant try |
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Or to find his own solution |
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Pray save us or to buy the plan, vengeance is my name |
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Too deep for a drowning man, too deep to call him sane |
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In the farthest place from you |
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Where blood drips through your hands |
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The action deafens every word |
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That runs your master plan |
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Higher, go higher |
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Know you've paid for the best |
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Higher, go higher |
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Can't pay in cash, take a pound of your flesh |
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Turned out where you're left to die |
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Turned into this destruction |
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Set free where you only fly |
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To a promised resurrection |
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Pray save me, or to find a way, bathing in my blame |
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Tapped out but he has to pay, vengeance is my name |
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In the closest place to you |
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Where water fills your hands |
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Your thirst is gone with every taste |
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That fuels your master plan |
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Higher, go higher |
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Know you've paid for the best |
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Higher, go higher |
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Pay with your love, or a pound of your flesh |
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Don't know you're ****ing with the best |
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All the competition laid to rest |
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Humble as you crawl out of the mess |
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One by one I count my pounds of flesh |