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I'm a constant sinner, a conscience killer |
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I'm a righteous heartache, never gonna let you get close to mine |
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I'm a punk every time, give me little room |
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And I'll spit in your eye |
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'Cause it don't mean all that much |
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Does it, boy? We never really had a choice |
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No, it don't mean all that much to us, boy |
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We never really had a choice, we're conscience killers |
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I'm a red blooded sickness, there was no way around it |
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I'm a fine line teaser, never been nothing but a cheater |
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I'm a son of the night, give a little room |
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And I'll spit in your eye |
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'Cause it don't mean all that much |
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Does it, boy? We never really had a choice |
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No, it don't mean all that much to us, boy |
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We never really had a choice, we're conscience killers |
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Don't want no conscience at all |
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I'm nails, I'm a knife |
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I'm a preacher with a gun, I'm a one man lie |
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I'm a king, I'm a ruse |
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I'm born again with no life to lose |
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'Cause it don't mean all that much |
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Does it, boy? We never really had a choice |
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No, it don't mean all that much to us, boy |
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We never really had a choice, we're conscience killers |
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Don't want no conscience at all |
