| Isn’t that what everyone wants to know
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| Pretty new girl walks into a room, everyone’s head turns
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| Looks her up and down wondering who’s she fucking
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| Who could she fuck?
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| And how high could she climb?
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| And is it higher than me?
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| Tragedy, a poisonous lover
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| You infiltrate to destroy
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| Vanity, a cancer unforgiving
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| A charlatan with poise
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| Fool me once, enough is enough
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| Was I more than a step on your way up?
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| Hollowed out, I’ve no semblance of love
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| Now you’re just somebody that I used to fuck
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| Now you’re just somebody that I used to fuck
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| Lest we learn, the tables turn
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| So I’m betting out, I’m betting out
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| You can be the prey in your masquerade
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| But I’m getting out, I’m getting out
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| There’s nothing left to repair
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| Ravenous, self-righteous, and lurid
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| But how much more till you break?
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| Scavenger, so fucking undeserving
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| You slither in just to take what you can take
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| Counterfeit, I’m calling your bluff
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| Was I more than just a step on your way up?
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| Now you’ll burn and you’re flesh out of luck
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| Now you’re just somebody that I used to fuck
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| Lest we learn, the tables turn
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| So I’m betting out, I’m betting out
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| You can be the prey in your masquerade
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| But I’m getting out, I’m getting out
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| Against insight I fed your source of revenue
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| But now, it means nothing to me to mean anything to you
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| Open grave, I was too blind to see
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| That «love», spelled to you is
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| You fuck your way up the ladder
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| Going down on your way to the top
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| Do your arms ever tire?
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| Or do they heal while you climb with your mouth?
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| Delete everything, sever the yearning
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| You can keep the fucking ring
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| Delete everything
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| You can keep the fucking ring
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| Nothing left to repair |