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~Rain & thunder~
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"Wake ...Wake ...Awake... Revenge is mine. 12 people will die tonight."
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[voices]
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Guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty..
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Now I've woken then reborn. Though I have just until dawn.
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I remember every face spirits show me every place.
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First one sleeps inside his bed. Place my fingers on his head.
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To each temple push and smuther till my fingers touch each other.
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Next one makes love to his wife. Only wish to take his life.
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For his family's done no wrong. Place his children on the lawn.
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Tell the misses leave the room. Lest she wish to witness doom.
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Grab the squirmy, filthy, goat, and shove the dresser down his throat.
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I must quickly use my gift. Next 2 work the midnight shift.
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Drinking coffee in the back, I will listen to them chat.
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Hear them speaking of my death. Hear the laughter in their breath.
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But the laughter quickly died, when their heads colli-e-i-e-ide.
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(chorus):
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Ya care ta die? Ya care ta die? (9x)
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(End chorus)
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Now my anger's growing worse. Next one's working as a nurse.
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Have to make a doctor's call. Drag my body down the hall.
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Grab a scalpel and a blade. Time to play the nurse's aid.
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Operate and strap her down, carve her face into a clown.
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Killed another, then 3 more. Now we're down to only 4.
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This man drives a taxi cab. `Nother wicked life to grab.
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Screaming that he thought I died. Let's go for a taxi ride.
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In the wreck of twisted steel, the steering wheel becomes his meal.
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This man watches his TV. Scanning channels endlessly.
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Stops at station foty-fo' it's the wicked clown show.
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Watch me juggle, watch me dance. In 3D watch me enhance.
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Watch me crawl out from the screen and squeeze your neck until you're
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gre-he-heen.
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(chorus)
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Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time....
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Even though there's just one left, I feel my bones becoming stiff.
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And now I wander endlessly, the spirits have abandoned me.
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My lips are falling piece by piece. My ears and fingers in the street.
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But still yet see no morning sun, and here's my victim's early run.
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Quickly grab him from behind, 'round his neck with fishing twine.
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Keep him still and pull the string, watch his head go bobbaling!
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Listen to my riddle song, even though my crime was wrong.
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Murder me just for your law and I'll be back for all a yall!
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(chorus)
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(chorus)
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(chorus)
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~child laughing~
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12
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Hurricane #1 |