lay there with the sheets
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pulled up over your head
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how long do you think you can play dead?
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underneath the skin I am,
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pinchin and fingerin
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every nerve, every thought
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do you think you can cut me out
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do you think you can
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cut me out
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who you tryin to kid
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let me, tell you
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a little 'bout myself
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i live deeper than
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any blade can get at
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so steady your hand
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you think you can
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then cut me out
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i been keepin me a list
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of every wicked thing you did
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scrawled across the walls of my cell
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a little me/meat(?)
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a little skin
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a little cage to keep me in
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do you think,
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you can let me go
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now do you think you can
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cut me out
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who you tryin to kid
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let me tell you
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a little about myself
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i live deeper than
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any blade can get at
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so steady your hand
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you think you can
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then cut me out
|
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a little me/meat(?)
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a little skin,
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a little cage to keep me in
|
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lay there with the sheets
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pulled up over your head
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how long do you think you can play dead?
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Cut Me Out
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Toadies |