You got a need to suffer
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Prepare to duck and cover
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It's coming to you
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Words are unnecessary
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When you are dead and buried
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Does it matter to you?
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You've got a need to suffer
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Set fire to your lover
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It's coming to you
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No sense of precedent that
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Hate is the evidence that
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It all points to you
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You cant view the shoreline from the sea
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Now I wondered through the day
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This fucking look upon my face
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Blessed are the ones who help me on my way
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Now you're better off dead
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You've got a need to suffer
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Set fire to your brother
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It's coming to you
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No sense of precedent that
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Hate is the evidence that
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It all points to you
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You can't tell famine from disease
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Now I wondered through the day
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This fucking look upon my face
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Blessed are the ones who help me on my way
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Now you're better off dead
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You turn it off cos it turns you on
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We all burn up under the sun
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We're looking for you, I said
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We're looking for you
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You turn it off cos it turns me on
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We all burn up under the sun
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We're looking for you, I said
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We're fucking looking for you
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What's wrong again?
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What's wrong again?
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It's our chance to make you suffer
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We're looking for you
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Now I wondered through the day
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This fucking look upon my face
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Blessed are the ones who help me on my way
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Now you're better of dead, dead, dead
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Famine Or Disease
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Finch |