So you want to tie both my arms off and
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force feed me to sharks
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Just for the sake of releasing
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me from a memory of when you slept
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in the serpent's den
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Showed me what lurks in the hearts of man
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Left me alone with the consequence
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Considered a bond between friends
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I'm not / You're escaping
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with my good name
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Create so you change
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all the rules of this game
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How low can you go
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How deep and how bold
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I might have misjudged
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in you my trust
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So you want to spit on my face and
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start to calling me names expecting me
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to break down, give in, let you take the win
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But I'm not ready yet to be convinced
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My fear and pain have become my friends
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and you vultures need me to let you in
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so you can claim your vitim
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~chorus~
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Better
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| 8stops7 |
