...killing on my road and down to my door
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There isn't a being or a thing like me
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Forget the people around that are known to be found
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Being embraced out of President's grace
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Soon again they batter you
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Hold me round the throat when I said, killed [x3]
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Killed, Killed, Killed, Killed
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You flake, you flake, you got the fucking flake [x3]
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You flake
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The pulse of a bright darkness
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Spirit of a bright soul
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Guilt of a given bounty
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Bow down with the government of all
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Listen to this disgrace into what not all embrace
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Well I fear that my President beats me
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Listening is the freedom to what not all embrace
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Well I fear that my president beats me
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Hold me round the throat when I said, killed [x3]
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Killed, Killed, Killed, Killed
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You flake, you flake you got the fucking flake [x3]
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You flake
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I feel like a great big wind-up
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Feel I can't see you in...here
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I feel like a great big wind-up
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Feel I can't see you at all here
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You flake, you flake, you got the fucking flake [x2]
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Now fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
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Fuck you flake
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You flake
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Toast
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| System of a Down |
