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He had a cheap guitar |
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And he wrote this tune |
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It goes, 'Somebody |
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Owes me something |
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It might as well be you' |
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Hey now |
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You're gonna get |
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Your blood sucked out |
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He had a dirty mind |
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And sent this note |
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It said, 'We're gonna get |
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Some money for nothing |
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On every song you wrote' |
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Hey now |
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You're gonna get |
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Your blood sucked out |
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You were sent |
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From the devil himself |
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To me |
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(Yeah) |
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And I'll see you in hell |
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Before we're through |
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'Cause I got nothing to |
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Prove to you |
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He had a crooked eye |
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With a sideways glance |
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And thought, 'I'll catch |
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You in some twisted logic |
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And then I'll watch you dance' |
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Hey now |
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You're gonna get |
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Your blood sucked out |
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Six billion people |
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Six billion ways |
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(To do) |
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Six billion kinds of damage |
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That all feel the same |
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Hey now |
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You're gonna get |
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Your blood sucked out |
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You were sent |
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From the devil himself |
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To me |
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(Yeah) |
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And I'll see you in hell |
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Before we're through |
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'Cause I got nothing to prove |
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You're gonna get |
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Your blood sucked out |
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Your blood sucked out |
