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Lord knows what I'd like to do to you
Put your fucking head in the sand
And I'll be waiting here
For You
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run away
Point the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Point the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Coward
Been running games, its the last net
Soon, you'll be amazed it's your last breath
Don't know what to say,
Won't know what to do
Your time's gone.
Your fucking heads are out of the sand
And guess who's waiting there
For you
Run away, run away
Run away, run away.
Coward
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run away.
Point the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Point the fucking gun at my head.
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now.
Run away, run away
Run away, run away.
Coward
Run away, run away
Coward
Run away, run away.
Point the fucking gun at my head
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should do with it now
Point the fucking gun at my head.
I don't know what to do with it
But I know what I should
Do with it now.
Coward.
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