The summer burns the trees to gold.
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Moonlight rising for my soul.
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You gave yourself away to someone.
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Oh my God.
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Chorus:
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Lay it on the table...
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And you know i'll bet them all.
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Give me all you got. Rape me.
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Come inside and taste the fire.
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Before long you shall be burned.
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You gave yourself away to someone.
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Oh my God...
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Chorus:
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Lay it on the table...
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And you know i'll bet them all.
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Can't stand to bleed
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I rip shit.
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But I kick shit.
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Cause I don't stand to lose
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And don't you let me find.
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So don't cop attitude
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Or think you're cool.
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Better get it straight.
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Before I compensate.
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For that action
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The satisfaction.
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To bash my fist upon your face.
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I've yet to find a reason.
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My K-holed son...
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On The Table
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| Vision Of Disorder |
