Someone here is a two face liar
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Spreading gossip like an old town crier
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bent on revenge, squeeking like a rusty hinge
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How could you never stop and think we'd notice
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slam us in print and then for spite misquote us
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risking your life
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Shaking one hand while the other one's
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twisting the knife
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up at night online spreading rumors
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pecking the keys on your mom's computer
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but out on the street
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you always act so nice and sweet
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It won't make you cool to find a name to trample
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just keep it up, we'll make you the example
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'cause we're not mice
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Shaking one hand while the other one's
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twisting the knife
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Hidden cowards can heckle
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and drunken frat boys can yell
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but your kind irritates us too well
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you must wanna be a story we tell
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Someday soon you're gonna learn your lesson
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you can believe we're not one's who threaten
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without intent, we follow up 100%
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Zip up your mouth, take a key, and lock it
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before you end up with both arms out of socket
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rolling the dice
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Shaking one hand while the other one's
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twisting the knife
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Backstabber
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Teen Idols |