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I will be taking care of business |
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I'll run it all into the ground |
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I'll pay my debts and walk away from this |
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Careless hearts and their cellist hands come deep as outs |
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They can't save us now |
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And I won't be made to take this |
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Stupid ending then the eye |
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I held the world on my shoulder |
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I had the public on my side |
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And I will take this bitter pill |
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As I would swallow my pride |
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And I'll take everything |
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That you hold dear |
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And I will try to feel something |
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As I chew upon your fears |
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When the beacons burn, the lights go out |
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I will know my work is done |
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I would give credit if it would you |
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You build your house on shifting sands and watched your garden as it grew |
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Eyes down, no questions asked |
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Or the devil really will find work for idle hands to do |
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And I won't be made to take this |
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Stupid ending then the eye |
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I held the world on my shoulder |
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I had the public on my side |
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And I will take this bitter pill |
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As I would swallow my pride |
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And I'll take everything |
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That you hold dear |
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And I will try to feel something |
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As I chew upon your fears |
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When the beacons burn, the lights go out |
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I will know my work is done |
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There is no more, than this ending |
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That I can give to you |
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There is no more than this ending |
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There is nothing more at all |
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There is no more, than this ending |
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That I can give to you |
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There is no more than this ending |
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There is nothing more at all |