Schmuck
Kill Rhythm
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Always second best I'm just a fucking joke I was last year I'm two thousand late I'll climb your ladder Won't run your rat race You've got sand in your pocket The purveyors of trend are your prophet You've got a chip on your shoulder Dragging you down to the bottom Will you bleed me dry? Down to the last drop? I don't want nothin' left How much will you take? Take take take Take it You've got sand in your pocket The purveyors of trend are your prophet You've got a chip on your shoulder Dragging you down to the bottom Now you really start to wear me down Tell me it's all my fault Tell me it's all in my head I've been a bad friend I should've settled for less And I know the deal And I know the truth I'm gonna settle the score Because I'm coming for you
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