I'm getting out while I can still count these murders on only one hand.
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I'm throught looking after you, second guessing your next move.
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Lock the doors, turn out the lights.
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The Wolves are out tonight.
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Playing that shitty bass.
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So, you get your kicks using my daughter and my wife as target practice?
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Well, how do you like that shaft straight up your ass?
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And I'll damn you right in your tongue.
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You have used that grinning "no english" crap for the last time on me.
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And, since when a shot of paint elevate the classes?
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You run around real cute with your rainbows, like we dont know. Like we care.
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So, look away when you see me, just look away.
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It never ends for me.
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Like it the fourth neverending.
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Yeah, you're real brave roughing this.
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Until you have children of your own.
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There is no pride in these chances.
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Counting Murders, Drinking Beers (The $46,000 Escape)
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