Mitch Harris
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Serve my head on a plate
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Pulp my heart with ill will
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I did trust you,
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let to lust you, to be duped
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Thanks for fucking nothing !
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Serve my head on a plate
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Pulp my heart with ill will
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Sensed a mystique ? Turn to spent air ?
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Killed it dead
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Thanks for fucking nothing
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Scap the dephts to salvage something
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Thanks for fucking nothing
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Drained my all, then drop the bombshell
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True, we were not joined ?
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Our evey feature spliced
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Though you rushed in and took a lead
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Three words spouted
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This contagion
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Crossed all divides
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Caused a shift in protective focus
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Three words flouted
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Unnntimely end, I should've clicked ?
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A sensory cut-out
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A spoiling of the harmony,
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of which we were about
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I don't despise or demonise,
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But I just know your form
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Walk right out and move along,
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and teap before you look
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Thanks for fucking nothing !
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Thanks for Nothing
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| Napalm Death |
