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If you hate that boy for months, time to feel it
 Uh oh uh oh
 If he has the chance, he might trust the feeling
 Uh oh uh oh
 I saw inside, it looked like a cleaver
 Uh oh uh oh
 Watch what you say, you might get beaten
 Uh oh uh oh
 Too bad that I brought this out
 Too bad that I brought this out
 Too bad that I brought this out
 Too bad that I brought this out
 Look out now, you can't cope the feeling
 Uh oh uh oh
 Leaves a small corpse like a ball in the cedar
 Uh oh uh oh
 My old mans a saint though
 Not like your own scapegoat, he hangs
 Over me, over me, over me
 Check out that girl she seems so conceited
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 Her mullet shows you'll always succeed it
 Uh oh uh oh
 I hope you're coy but not too defeated
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 Looks like you always affect how you're treated
 Uh oh uh oh
 Too bad that I brought this out
 Too bad that I brought this out
 Too bad that I brought this out
 Too bad that I brought this out
 Look out now, she can't cope the feeling
 Uh oh uh oh
 Decaying like frost that melts off a heater
 Uh oh uh oh
 My true mothers a saint though
 Not like your own with chain smoke, she hangs
 Over me, over me, over me
 That's what when I... Needed your hand
 Open me, open me, open me
 And I tried the best of your years, hope you end up close to an orchard
 Open me, open me, open me
 Its an illusion, next time he'll burn forever
 We fought for most of our years, bet you'll turn out bent and tortured
 Over me, over me, over me
 Its an illusion, that's how she'll burn forever
 And now I'll send you off like smoke, if you dissolve that's your torture
 Over me, over me, over me
 It's an illusion, that's how your girlfriend burns