From the first time that we met
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I thought you were so innocent
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I didn't understand what you could do
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now I see that you will never be
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a human being
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And you're still running over people
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like they're no big fucking deal
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stepping over all the bodies looking for stuff to steal
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you're just building bridges with everything you take
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and burning them behind you with the carnage in you wake
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What makes you tick I can't conceive
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flat out refuse to believe
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your marginal propensity to consume
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and now I know
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that everywhere you go
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you're making enemies
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And you're still running over people
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like they're no big fucking deal
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stepping over all the bodies looking for stuff to steal
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you're just building bridges with everything you take
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and burning them behind you with the carnage in your wake
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Now you're finding it's getting harder
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to maintain treading water
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and never look back to see what's there
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but it's welling up behind you
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and one day it's going to find you...
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and you won't be running over people
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like they're no big fucking deal
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or stepping over all the bodies looking for stuff to steal
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no more building bridges with everything you take
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I hope they all enjoy themselves at your wake
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Your Wake
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Sicko |