Do you mean this horny creep
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Set upon weary feet
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Who looks in need of sleep
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That doesn't come
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This twisted, tortured mess
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This bed of sinfulness
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Who's longing for some rest
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And feeling numb
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What do you expect of me
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What is it you want
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Whatever you've planned for me
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I'm not the one
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A vicious appetite
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Visits me each night
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And won't be satisfied
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Won't be denied
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An unbearable pain
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A beating in my brain
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That leaves the mark of Cain
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Right here inside
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What am I supposed to do
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When everything that I've done
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Is leading me to conclude
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I'm not the one
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Whatever I've done
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I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
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Is there something you need from me
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Are you having your fun
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I never agreed to be
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Your holy one
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Whatever I've done
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I've been staring down the barrel of a gun
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Barrel Of A Gun
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