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It's only when your poison spreads |
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Into the life you hope to live |
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And suddenly you wake up |
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In a shaking panic, now |
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You set me up like a lamb to slaughter |
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Garbo ask the farmer's daughter |
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Unbelievable the gospel according to who |
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I lay right down |
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All you sad and lost apostles |
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Hum my name and flair their nostrils |
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Choking on the bones you toss to them |
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I'm not one to sit and spin |
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'Cos living well is the best revenge |
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Baby, I am calling you on that |
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Try turn your talking points on me |
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History will set me free |
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The future's ours and you don't even read |
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The footnote now |
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So who's chasing me? Where did you go? |
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You disappear mid sentence sinner |
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In a judgment crisis I see my anecdote fall out |
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You weakened shell |
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All you sad and lost apostles |
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Hum my name and flair their nostrils |
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Choking on the bones you toss to them |
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I'm not one to sit and spin |
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'Cos living well's the best revenge |
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Baby, I am calling you on that |
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You say it with your dying breath |
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Well I forgive but I don't forget |
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You work it out, let's hear that argument |
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Count the count of three go, now |
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All you sad and lost apostles |
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Hum my name and flair their nostrils |
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Choking on the bones you toss to them |
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Well I'm not one to sit and spin |
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'Cos living well is the best revenge |
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Baby, I am calling you on that |
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Baby, I am calling you on that |
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Baby, I'm calling you on, oh |
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(Baby, I'm calling you) |