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Hey hey, what do you say? |
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Do you want to be a part of the freakshow? |
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Look at 'em go. Evade, dodge. Collide and connect. |
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A split lip, a low kick. A moment of truth. |
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Deep down we all know what it means. |
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It's an animal urge to defy what you see. |
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But it's real. Right now I can almost relate. |
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A split second I can almost belive. |
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(Chorus:) |
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Right? Nothing. Right? Lets die just a little tonight. |
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Right? Step out line. Nothing's right! |
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Bruised knuckles and a gallon of gasoline. |
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Homocide rape and abuse. |
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Forcefed on a diet of hatred. |
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Shove it in. Shove it in. Shove it in. PUKE! |
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My life it will only begin when I fainally see you go. |
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I will celebrate death - a divine pure greace - |
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To liberate me, and erase you. |
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(Chorus:) |
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Right? Nothing. Right? Lets die just a little tonight. |
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Right? Step out line. Nothing's right! |
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Hate me I will be fine. |
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Encourage me - and die. |
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(Chorus:) |
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Right? Nothing. Right? Lets die just a little tonight. |
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(Nothing you say mathers) |
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Right? Step out line. Nothing's right! (Erase) |
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Nothing's right. |
