| I eat like clockwork
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| And I breathe like clockwork
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| And I sleep like clockwork
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| And I kill like clockwork
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| And I think like clockwork
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| And I feel like clockwork
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| And I fuck like clockwork
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| And I kill like clockwork
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| Sum Grrl is back
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| Cutting pink through the black
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| Seein' right through the bullshit that makes you weak, makes you attack
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| You think that you’re all hardcore
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| 'Cause you make and break the rules for all
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| Drowning out my voice, with your macho propaganda
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| Hold it right there
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| We gonna get a few things square
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| Bein' hard ain’t about your stare
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| That tired posture that you wear
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| A real man ain’t scared
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| When the game is fair
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| When you’re locking eyes with an equal
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| And you know she is aware
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| Clockwork killer
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| Hundred percent no filler
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| I’m a clockwork killer
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| Hundred percent no filler
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| Clockwork
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| Killer
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| What doesn’t kill you will make you a killer
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| Hone your anger 'til it cuts through bone
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| Blacked out, bloody-mouthed, the plan has gone South
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| And you’re gonna go to all alone
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| What doesn’t kill you will make you a killer
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| What doesn’t kill you will make you a killer
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| Your eyes are screaming that you’re high on rage
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| Nails, splinters, glowing embers
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| How you arrived, you don’t remember
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| And you’re never going back in that cage
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| What doesn’t kill you will make you a killer
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| Another minute, another soul — whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Another minute, another soul — whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| I just can’t let you go — whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Another minute, another soul — whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Clockwork
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| Killer |