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Thorn in, my side.
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And you live just to pull me down.
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Rusted, nail I stepped on.
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This infection.
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Thorn in my side.
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You¡¯re full,
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I think so,
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of anger.
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You need to sit down,
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stay down.
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The things you, want but don¡¯t get.
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Is that fair, I don¡¯t think so.
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A sure thing, you can count, on.
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A big depression.
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A thorn in my side.
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You¡¯re full,
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I think so,
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of anger.
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You need to.
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Your praise, is two faced,
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And you¡¯re,
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you¡¯re cut down,
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my friend.
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Cut Down.
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(One, two, three, four by Sergio Vega)
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A thorn in my side, thorn in.
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A thorn in my side, thorn in.
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Thorn In My Side
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| quicksand |
