Hey you wait... cringing in the dark
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you create what you always fear
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a puppet of hatred dishing out poison
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you use me, for bait, your begging bowl of lies
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chain letters of snivelling compromise
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I can smell the difference... your truth and your fiction
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you and your twisted convictions
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were you my friend when I belonged?
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were you my friend when I was strong?
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were you my friend when I was weak?
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were you my friend when I was crawling calling... out of my head?
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cold, like your blood the snake is always cool (cool)
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when things get tough
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you slither on the ground
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you cover up your tracks when I'm around
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it's over now my friend
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your dog has got its day
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it's payback time, or what you had to say
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you're stuck with the life you made
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stuck with the plans you made
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stuck with everything you are
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Meltdown
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| Bruce Dickinson |
