Sick of begging Sick of trying to please Sick of the struggle Sick of your fake id
If I ever feel your scent again Youre one fist to close
If I ever see your shadow again Youre going down the hard way They call me the comedy clown They feed me waste in the gutter They call me teh comedy clown I am waste in the gutter
If I ever see you again I`ll be close to my grave If I ever lie to you again I`ll be dirt
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