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Shoulda thought it out a little bit faster, you rat bastard.
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Shoulda thought it out a little bit faster, you rat bastard.
Lessons I learnt before I could call it something else.
I hear my name being called – throw a handful of salt over my shoulder.
‘Cause even your smile is crooked, I can see right through.
Sever the lines of life and guide your hands to mine.
There’s so much time to steal before the sun goes down.
You’re always here, you’re all I hear.
This curse known as mankind is laid to waste.
Is it a certain age when you start going grey and so you’re set in your ways?”