I cut my nails to the quick
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But still i was caught with my hand in the till
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Red-handed.
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Give me something,
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Give me anything
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The threat of everything is when it becomes nothing at all
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Fingers reaching, trophy swelling
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That's when desire trips me up.
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Got a new technique money let's the pieces fit where they fall.
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Privilege - it sanctions everything.
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Security - a net under it all.
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My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling
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That's when desire trips me up.
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I cut my nails to the quick
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But still I was caught with my hand in the till.
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Red-handed
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Two Beats Off
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Fugazi |