| I see you coming in your sunday dress
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| Gotta feeling our meeting’s gonna be a mess
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| As you start talking, I keep on walking
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| Hoping my good star will keep me from…
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| …Tying a rope round your neck and
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| Putting hundred scorpions under your skin
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| Break your fingers one by one
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| And feel the sound of your bones all night long
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| I don’t need your appreciation
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| Your disguise and your fuckin' celebration
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| I don’t need your appreciation
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| I just need you to stay miles away from me
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| All you gave me last Xmas was a packet
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| C-c-c-c-covered with lies
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| Think once… or better think twice
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| Next time there’ll be no one to keep me from…
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| …setting your house on fire and
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| Throwing a punch right at your face
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| Having private rock’n’roll with your girl
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| To feel the sound of her voice all night long
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| I don’t need your appreciation
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| The heavy weight of your fuckin' invitations
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| I don’t need your appreciation
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| I just need you to stay miles away from me
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| What is cool is miles from you
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| I gotta tell you baby, I gotta tell you
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| You make me laugh, you make me cry
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| So please get away… from my eyes
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| I wanna see you run in march 3.5
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| I still smell the stench of your lies
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| You make me laugh, you make me cry
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| So please get away… from my eyes |