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| out to get me. i took one of their kink, now they're out to find me cleavers in hands, lurking in the dark i'm checking over my shoulder, staying clear of shadows finding new ways home, avoiding the park you might see my head roll they're out to get me and it's all taking it's toll they're out to get me they live by old fashioned views and i'm bad news i took one of their kind from their strict culture the hitmen are not hired, it's community inspired and they're homing down on me like a bunch of vultures you might see my head roll they're out to get me this thing is out of control they're out to get me it seems like i am on my own spending most of my time in my own asylum fear for my life, keeps me on my toes walking on thin ice and trusting no-one you might see my head roll they're out to get me and it's all taking it's toll they're out to get me you might see my head roll they're out to get me this thing is out of control they're out to get me mills copyright whoopy doo 1999 |
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