| Coming home, early
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| What’s with the open door?
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| Where’s the front key?
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| Static on the phone
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| Can’t shake the thought
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| House should be empty this hour
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| She’s not alone, what the fuck?
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| My picture watching you fuck, from the frame
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| On the walls that you tore down
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| He’s tainted your body, I don’t share
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| I’ll stab you and I’ll fuck your open wound instead
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| How much money to be loyal, huh?
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| How many likes to be loyal, huh?
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| How much attention to be loyal, huh?
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| It’s not enough? |
| It’s not enough?
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| I work all fucking day being loyal bringing money
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| While I’m slaving for a future for the kids
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| For the momentary bliss
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| When I come home but you treat me like shit
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| We promised blue skies
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| But we ended up living a lie
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| I should have planned the census
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| I should have locked you in
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| This stone paved path now broken
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| You let him taste your skin
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| My picture watching you fuck, from the frame
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| On the walls that you tore down
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| He’s tainted your body, I don’t share
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| I’ll stab you and I’ll fuck your open wound instead
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| Unfaithful, unclean
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| There’s nothing left to sever
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| The scratch marks on his back
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| My scars forever
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| You’ll get the fucking money
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| You’ll get the fucking gold
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| Always first to clear the site
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| Where my possessions fall
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| VULTURE
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| Looking out for yourself only
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| Always looking for the kill
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| Circling till I run out of power
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| Making me suffer still
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| No matter what she taught you
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| What ethics might have stuck with you
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| She don’t even bother to stay true to herself
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| Forget it, just forget it
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| Mother doesn’t love you anymore
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| You’ll get the fucking money
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| You’ll get the fucking gold
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| Always first to clear the site
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| Where my possessions fall
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| You’ll get the fucking money
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| You’ll get the fucking gold
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| Always first to clear the site
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| Where my possessions fall |