I'm wearing it.
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I'm wearing it under my face.
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An expression and an admission of my disgrace.
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But I'm sure I will make it okay.
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I'll try to give you something better.
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I'm wearing it today.
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But I'm sure I will make it okay.
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I'll try to give you something better.
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You with a grin on your face.
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Me with a bag in its place.
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I've put a rope round my neck.
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I'm trying to win your respect.
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Conceal the weapons!
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Conceal the weapons!
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Death shares everything I have.
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Conceal the weapons!
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Conceal the weapons!
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But I hate the way I
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Conceal the weapons!
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Blame it on the staring match between the two of us.
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Blame it on the staring match between the two of us
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The Weapons Are Concealed
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| Biffy Clyro |
