Nevermind the time when you were all alone and I
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Picked you up like a ditry Bit O Honey
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Licked you clean and found a house of wax for you to stay
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You set fire to it on your second full day
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Then I thaught that we had reached an understanding
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Wouldn't find coal at the bottom of the stocking
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Instead you swung it at my head and nearly knocked me dead
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Thought about it while I sat there thinking just bled
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Pull the knife out of my back
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Clean the blade and put it back
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Pull the knife out of my back
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Unless your not quite done,
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then go on and have more fun
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I often think about the way that I will watch you die
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It's kind of creepy, but I'm looking forward to it
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I'll probably try to linger over it a little while
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You will fall down on your own knofe and I'll just smile
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Pull the knife out of my back
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Clean the blade and put it back
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Pull the knife out of my back
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Unless your not quite done,
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then go on and have more fun
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Two can play is rally all that I have left to say
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Your edge is getting dull
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Is nearing time to sharpen
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Get a mirror so that you can see what's gonna be
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Afraid it's gonna look like untimely death to me
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Pull the knife out of my back
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Clean the blade and put it back
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Pull the knife out of my back
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Unless your not quite done,
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then go on and have more fun
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Sticky
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