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You'll get yours when you're good and ready |
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You'll get yours and go straight to hell |
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And when that day comes |
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You can be good and sure |
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The day belongs to us |
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The sign said: "detour" |
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So I did |
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And I found myself in a wonderful place |
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Fields of green |
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When the wind blows cold |
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The kind of place one could grow old |
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Sky opened up (yeah!) |
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Sun showered down (aww!) |
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Onto a row of wooden pikes |
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What an awe inspiring sight |
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Birds shy on top of them |
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Puts your head in a beautiful state |
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You'll get yours when you're good and ready |
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You'll get yours and go straight to hell |
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And when that day comes |
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You can be good and sure |
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The day belongs to us |
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Life is a horror show |
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And baby it will never stop |
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They tell me to watch my step |
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I answer back: "You watch your mouth!" |
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So many stories you have told |
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You and stories have grown old |
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SOS who will save our ************p? |
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SOS who gives a ************t? |
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Sinking like a rock with a heart of coal |
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Sinking like a rock without a soul |
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Please note, don't underestimate |
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Cause I'm a cruel mother******! |
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You'll get yours when you're good and ready |
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You'll get yours and go straight to hell |
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And when that day comes |
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You can be good and sure |
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The day belongs to us |
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The new dawn starts this day |
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As strange and savage poetry make up your eulogy |
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Tables turned around and turned on you |
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No one sheds a tear |
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No one loses sleep |
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You disappear |
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We fall asleep |
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You disappear |
