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Got the eyes of a vulture |
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As you gaze from your meaningless throne |
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And the pain that you've been selling |
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I'd rather die before I'd own |
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I'll call you a doctor |
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Or find you a priest |
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'Cause no one can save you |
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And you won't get no peace |
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I've felt your displeasure |
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And girl I used to relate |
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So don't hand me no anger |
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I'll be crushed by the weight |
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That's the high price of hate |
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That's the high price of hate |
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Lord what's the cost of my fate |
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She'll lay out wide open |
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Like a surgical knife |
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I've watched it take over |
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What's left of your miserable life |
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She'll live on deception |
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Your pleasures long dead |
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Your soul is left bleeding |
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From the lies that you spread |
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Don't pull on my collar |
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I won't rise to debate |
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Don't ask me for comfort |
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You're a lifetime too late |
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That's the high price of hate |
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That's the high price of hate |
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Lord what's the cost of my fate |
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Oooh, there's a storm overhead |
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Will it ever end baby |
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It's all inside your head |
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Is it gonna end |
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That's the high price of hate |
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That's the high price of hate |
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Yeah, I hope I ain't asking too late |
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That's the high price of hate |
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That's the high price of hate |