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Welcome
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to
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the
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bloodbath,
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jump
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into
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the
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tub.
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Fist-fight,
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Deathmatch,
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come
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and
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join
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the
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club.
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Kickstart
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your
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face
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with
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a
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metal
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clad
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boot.
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You
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should
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give
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up
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now,
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your
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retaliation's
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moot.
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I'll
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run
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circles
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round
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ya,
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I
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can
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touch
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the
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sky.
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I'm
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gonna
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make
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you
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hurt
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and
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I'm
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gonna
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make
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you
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cry.
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You
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wanna
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mess
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around?
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Come
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on
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let's
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go.
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Got
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no
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time
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to
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waste,
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let's
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Lyrics
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start
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the
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show.
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I'm
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the
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one
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that
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your
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mama
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said
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don't
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mess
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with
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them
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or
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you'll
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end
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up
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dead.
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That
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type,
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they
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don't
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follow
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any
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rules.
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You're
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looking
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tall,
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you're
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looking
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tough,
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I'm
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sorry
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dude
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it's
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not
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enough
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your
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girlfriend's
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purse
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won't
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help
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you
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win
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this
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duel.
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The
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bigger
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they
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are
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then
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the
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more
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that
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they
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bleed.
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The
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deeper
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the
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scars
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that
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wont
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heal.
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Buckets
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of
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pain
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as
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they
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lie
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there
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in
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shame,
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knowing
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hot
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true
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defeat
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feels.
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I'm
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the
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one
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that
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was
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born
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in
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a
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nightmare,
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a
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murderer's
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son.
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Got
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no
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gun,
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but
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I
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gleam
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like
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a
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blade
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and
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I'm
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harder
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than
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iron.
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I'm
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the
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one
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who
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rose
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out
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of
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filth
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and
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was
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loved
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by
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no-one.
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Delusion.
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I'll
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steal
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till
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you're
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blind
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and
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defeat
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you
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from
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inside
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your
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mind.
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You're
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still
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standing
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up,
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well
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let's
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go
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another
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round.
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Singing
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king
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of
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pain
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and
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you're
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gonna
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get
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crowned.
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You
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like
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the
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way
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I
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dress,
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yeah
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I
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know
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I'm
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fine,
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the
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blood's
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gonna
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stain
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but
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it
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won't
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be
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mine.
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Just
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chill
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here
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while
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I
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drop
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into
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the
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brush.
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See
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you
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when
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I
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land
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and
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you're
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gonna
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feel
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the
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crush.
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Lay
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right
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down
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and
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grab
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a
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little
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rest,
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I
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guess
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you
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didn't
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know
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you
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were
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dealing
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with
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the
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best.
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You
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should
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have
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stayed
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at
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home
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today.
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This
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fisticuff
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won't
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go
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your
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way.
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This
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confrontation
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isn't
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just
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for
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school.
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It
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might
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be
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hard
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to
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hear
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me
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say
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kicking
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your
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ass
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is
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childs
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play.
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I
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hope
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you're
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not
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crushed
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by
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this
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ridicle.
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A
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slap
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on
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the
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wrist
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and
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a
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kick
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to
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the
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chin,
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a
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hint
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of
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the
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Lyrics
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flavour
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of
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steel.
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No-one
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to
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blame,
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it's
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the
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end
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of
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the
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game,
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the
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humiliation
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is
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real.
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I'm
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the
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one
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that
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was
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ripped
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from
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the
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earth
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and
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exposed
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to
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the
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sun.
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Overrun
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by
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the
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hate
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and
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the
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beatings,
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defiled
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by
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a
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father.
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I'm
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the
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one
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I'll
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race
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with
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your
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eyes
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and
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you'll
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never
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outrun.
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Illusions
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will
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conquer
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your
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mind
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and
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will
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make
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you
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fulfill
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my
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design.
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