Don't wanna hear your voice
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Don't really know if I have a choice
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Don't wanna be the one that makes you forget
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You're choking on regret
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You're choking on death
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Don't think we've ever met
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Don't think you offered up a God given name
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Who did the talking then, the whip or the chain?
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You've got measure from a sentence of pain
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But then they get you with the burden of shame
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The true measure is the one that remains
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Don't wanna .. Don't wanna ..
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Don't wanna be your cane
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Don't wanna be your cane baby,
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Don't wanna be your cane
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Don't wanna be your cane baby,
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Don't wanna be your cane
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In a concrete cell,
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No soul would dare to tell
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She craves to cup his mind
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She makes him give them time
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She likes to throw a whip
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And see the young boy slip
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She loves to see him crawl
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Up the chamber walls
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She ties him up so tight man
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He turns ghost white
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And when their eyes are covered
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Like a vulture she hovers
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He sees she tries to put him in restraint
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But she gets her love and hate
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When they scream "no more"
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She gives them just one more
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Won't let you kill me just yet
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Don't even care if there's a price on my head
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Don't wanna ID up in a bloody refrain
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Don't wanna be your ..
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Don't wanna be your cane
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Don't wanna be your cane baby
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Don't wanna be your cane
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I said, I don't ...don't... I don't wanna be your cane
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Whip Or Chain
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