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Recant those statements
Let your eyes race round your head
Maybe when the bottle’s done
You’ll put your lies to bed
And your disposition sends me
Into nothing short of strife
If the tables started turning
Would you want me in your life?
Just turn away
Just hold your head now
You think the world is out to get you
But you do it to yourself
Just back away
Just give it up now
You think the world is out to get you
But you do it to yourself
Hold up your arms
Declare it a miscarriage of fate
Hell fire and poison
When I consider all your hate
But your fear of absolution
Marks your toleration’s front
When everything is equal
Will they still accept the son?
Just turn away
Just hold your head now
You think the world is out to get you
But you do it to yourself
Just back away
Just give it up now
You think the world is out to get you
But you do it to yourself