Lyrics
Oh,
you
look
like
a
faker
Your
hands
down
to
your
knees
Your
shirt,
your
tie,
your
flat
attire
My
fakers
only
blood
Trouble
me
now
for
I
don't
want
to
lose
Follow
me
down
this
habit
sure
to
make
you
bleed
The
front
with
space
to
flee
Trouble
me
now
for
I
don't
want
to
lose
Oh,
you're
sure
to
be
shaken
As
the
truth
swallows
your
pride
And
you
twist
and
snarl
with
a
tiger's
heart
In
the
never-ending
tide
Falling
out
Didn't
you
want
me
falling
down?
Falling
out
Of
a
groove
to
beguile
you
Sorry
for
you
Oh,
your
hand's
on
the
trigger
And
the
trigger
cold
resists
As
your
sinews
strain
in
a
dreamlike
state
And
you
toss
and
turn
for
light
Falling
out
Didn't
you
want
me
falling
down?
Falling
out
Of
a
groove
to
beguile
you
Sorry
for
you
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