| The people bow for you
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| Their bodies shattered at your feet and oh
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| You just don’t care
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| No, you think nothing of it
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| Your foes’ll cower to you
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| You hang their heads along your mighty walls
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| But you just don’t get no satisfaction
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| Hey there, Sue
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| Can’t you give me something new?
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| Or are you, you just not ready for it?
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| You just not ready for it
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| They are waiting for you
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| So what are you gonna do?
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| Or are you, you just not ready for it?
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| You just not ready for it
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| The people cry for you
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| They raise their hands up to your crown of thorns
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| But you just don’t care
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| No, you just turn your head and…
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| The winter weeps for you
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| You wrap yourself up in your spider silk
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| But you just don’t get no satisfaction
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| Hey there, Sue
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| Can’t you give me something new?
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| Or are you, you just not ready for it?
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| You just not ready for it
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| When the curtains come down
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| You’re just not something to write home about
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| And do you think about that?
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| Do you think about that?
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| Yeah, do you think about that
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| I still dream of you
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| Laying in your flower bed
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| Laying in your flower bed, oh
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| I still dream of you
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| But you just don’t care
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| You just ain’t getting no, no satisfaction
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| Hey there, Sue
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| Can’t you give me something new?
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| Or are you, you just not ready for it?
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| You just not ready for it
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| They are looking at you
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| So wave your flail like you’re unruly
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| You pretend you’re ready for it
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| Yeah, are you ready for it?
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| Yeah, are you ready for it?
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| Yeah, are you ready for it?
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| I still dream of you
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| Laying in your flower bed
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| Laying in your flower bed, oh
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| And I still dream of you
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| Ooh-ooh, oh |