Oh, you're throwing everything you have at me
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cheap shots, low blows
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will you ever let it go
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you're so pathetic
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give it a rest
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you're not gonna win
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you're never gonna
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You love the sound of your own voice
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in a crown of death upon your head
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come on, you and all your royalty
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on the edge of infamy
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you're going to taste my fist
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You're so good at stretching the truth,
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into a sugar coated lie.
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Everyone takes a bite.
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I have been dining with the enemy.
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It was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
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Now it's so clear to me.
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Oh-hhh-ohh
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I've had enough of your games
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if you're not trembling, you'd better be
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cause we're gonna be the end of you
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I've had enough of your games
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I'm gonna show them who you really are
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And I can tell you right now, it won't be pretty
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You say, "I can convince anyone, anything"
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provoking the anger of, a jealous God
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still you spin a web of lies, fear, lust, pride, greed and shame
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you said no one, oh you said no one escapes the pain, pa-a-a-ain.
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I've had enough of your games
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if you're not trembling, you'd better be
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cause we're gonna be the end of you
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I've had enough of your games
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I'm gonna show them who you really are
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And I can tell you right now, it won't be pretty
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I'm a coward not a fighter, disguised as a lover
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in disguise, in disguise
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For so long now, you held me down
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you held me, you held me down
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you held me down
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you held me down for so long
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but its not gonna last
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cause I can see right through your beautiful lies
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I've had enough of your games
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if you're not trembling, you'd better be
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cause we're gonna be the end of you
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I've had enough of your games
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I'm gonna show them who you really are
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And I can tell you right now, it won't be pretty
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Oh you're throwing everything you have at me
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cheap shots, low blows
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will you ever let it go
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you're so pathetic
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give it a rest
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you're not gonna win
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you're never gonna.
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Wolf In Sheep's Clothing
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| This Providence |
