Well I told you once I would do it again,
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why don't you leave while you still can?
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All your back rooms laid this town to waste.
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You come in darling nice and slow,
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and leave your shiny little guns on the floor.
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Run away with your force fed little world.
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[Chorus:]
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Go tell it on the mountain,
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or won't you scream it in my ear.
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Tell me everything I want to hear.
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Won't you give me little warning before you tell me that I'm the one?
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There's razor blades behind your pretty smile.
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And all your childhood parties, they would kill us for the fall [?]
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Run away with everything you know.
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[Chorus (x2)]
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Go tell it on the mountain,
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or won't you scream it in my ear.
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Tell me everything I want to hear.
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Arming Of Infants
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Trampled By Turtles |