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They're all going out |
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To meet inside an empty warehouse |
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To hatch a plan to run me out of town |
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They'll come when |
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I sleepAnd they'll circle the house |
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Put cyanide into the water pipes |
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Wait 'til |
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I walk out fall onto my knees |
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To surround me |
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Then they'll drive me out |
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To the wasteland |
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To leave me for the wolves |
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To eat my face |
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We'll sit and stare as the maggots eat out |
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My eyelids and my ears |
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We'll sit and stare as the maggots eat out |
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My eyelids and my ears |
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They'll all laugh about it 'til |
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I'm not around |
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When my body's rotten and hollow |
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When the rats are finished, |
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I'm goneNothing left except for my bones |
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Bones, bones, bones |
