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I don't think that you're one of us |
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A coated chrome doesn't rust from the inside out |
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It's a ways down to ghost town |
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I don't think that you're serious |
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That alone could be the death of us |
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And the way we know, we move slow |
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I wanna like your way |
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It's hard for me to tell you wrong |
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I see it in your eyes |
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I don't think you could lie for long |
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Taken like a child |
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Sold the silver for us all |
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But you're gone |
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Mop the ground where the wound was bled |
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I pray to god that he'll strike you dead before I get back |
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Fear my wrath |
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The darkest suit but I wear it well with a smile |
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On the way to hell with your arms and legs bound |
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All the way down |