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I'm under pressure |
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Kicking into overdrive |
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I'm a loose cannon |
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I will not make it out alive |
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See I'm wrapped around your finger |
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I'm digging in the dirt |
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I'm so deep into this shit I can taste the earth |
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'Cause you're running me in circles |
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I'm running out of breath |
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But you ain't gonna stop 'til there's nothing left |
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Don't bring flowers after I'm dead |
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Don't bring flowers after I'm dead |
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Save your givings for the living instead |
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Don't bring flowers after I'm dead |
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You're a karma killer |
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Each day I die in a million ways |
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I cut you out of my life |
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But I'm too weak by 14 days |
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I'm wrapped around your finger |
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I'm digging in the dirt |
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I'm so deep into this shit I can taste the earth |
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You're running me in circles |
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I'm running out of breath |
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But you ain't gonna stop 'til there's nothing left |
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Don't bring flowers after I'm dead |
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Don't bring flowers after I'm dead |
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Save your givings for the living instead |
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Don't bring flowers after I'm dead |
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After I'm dead |
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When I'm gone, who are you to mourne? |
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So don't touch me when I'm lying in my coffin |
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Don't stand there crying as you're watching |
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Don't put no flowers by my final bed |
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Don't bring flowers after I'm dead |
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Don't bring flowers after I'm dead |
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Save your givings for the living instead |
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Don't bring flowers after I'm dead |
