You play this game so well
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So well in fact that they can tell
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But we're on to you (lets go)
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Cause your act is nothing new (yeah)
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And we can see right through it now
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Your method's old, worn and used
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So if you (swallow your pride)
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Should decide to (spill your insides)
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Take your time, find your spine
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I swear you'll be just fine
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If your backbone should find its way home
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Through the hole above your neck (is where the trap is set)
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You look so obvious... predictable...
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And some day your games will catch up to you
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So obvious...
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And we all know
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That some day your games will catch up
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Right now
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You thought I'd fall for your lies
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You thought I'd cut off all ties
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Anymore gutless and you'd be dead
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You show me yours, I'll show you mine
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You know sincerity grows in time
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Sing it with me if you can (show a little backbone)
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So if you (swallow your pride)
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Should decide to (spill your insides)
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Take your time, find your spine
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I swear you'll be just fine
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If your backbone should find its way home
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Through the hole above your neck (is where the trap is set)
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You look so obvious... predictable...
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And some day your games will catch up to you
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So obvious...
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And we all know
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That some day your games will catch up
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So carve your apologies in your wrists
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Let the guilt drip from your fingertips
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I'm on to you, we're on to you
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Now wrap this excuse around your neck
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And I'll kick the chair out from your legs
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I'm on to you, we're on to you
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So obvious... predictable...
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And some day your games will catch up
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Obvious... predictable...
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And some day your games will catch up to you
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So obvious... (So obvious, predictable)
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And we all know (we all know)
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That some day your games will catch up (Some day your games will catch up)
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That some day your games will catch up
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Right now
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These Backs Are Made For Stabbing
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Hit The Lights |