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As it all disappears |
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Can't you see that I'm sneering from ear to ear? |
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I call it hardly a shame |
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No consistency sustained |
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It's synthetic to take your own advice |
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But you can't avoid it |
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Now it's dramatic to be your own disguise |
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When the butcher's hand is mine |
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There is no room to improve |
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There's no demand for the product of your next move |
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Fuel you were using to burn |
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Is charring you in return |
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It's synthetic to take your own advice |
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But you can't avoid it |
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Now it's dramatic to be your own disguise |
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When the butcher's hand is mine |
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Spare the world the speech |
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We're out of reach |
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As the tables turn |
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No blood for the leech |
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As the tables turn |
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Spare the world the speech |
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As the tables turn |
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Bad karma eats you alive |
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Contrived intentions will never be revived |
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Recalled to settle the score |
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Less of you is more |
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It's synthetic to take your own advice |
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But you can't avoid it |
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Now it's dramatic to be your own disguise |
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When the butcher's hand is mine |
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Spare the world the speech |
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We're out of reach |
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As the tables turn |
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No blood for the leech |
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As the tables turn |
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Spare the world the speech |
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As the tables turn (x4) |
