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Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
And right now there's a steel knife, in my windpipe
Now you're in each others' face, spewing venom in your words when you spit 'em
High off her love, drunk from her hate, it's like I'm huffin' paint
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again