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I'm wearing it
I'm wearing it under my face
An expression and an admission of my disgrace
But I'm sure I will make it okay
I will try to give you something better
I'm wearing it today
But I'm sure I will make it okay
I will try to give you something better
You with the grin on your face
Me with the bag in it's place
I've put a rope round my neck
I'm trying to win your respect
Conceal the weapons! Conceal the weapons!
Death shares everything I have
Conceal the weapons! Conceal the weapons!
But I hate the way I
Conceal the weapons! Conceal the weapons!
Conceal the weapons! Conceal the weapons!
Conceal the weapons!
Conceal the weapons! Conceal the weapons!
Conceal the weapons!
Blame it on the stirring match between the two of us
Blame it on the stirrng match between the two of us
Two of us
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