Tell me all your vices
Show me all your scars
I think I'm gonna like this
So I'm throwing in my cards
Maybe I should have waited longer
Oh, Oh-oh oh, Oh oh
Aw aw aw aw aw
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
You can tell me that these things take a part of me
But in the same sense I do sit and wonder quietly
Though when it's over it won't be because I'm unprepared
I throw my cards out on the table so you can't be scared
The bottom line is it's always been mine
Just like the needle that's stuck in your mind
Tell me all your vices
Show me all your scars
I think I'm gonna like this
So I'm throwing in my cards
Sick of the voices
Sick of all the fucking lies
Think what my choices is
It's to turn over and die
Maybe I should have waited longer
The bottom line is it's always been mine
Just like the needle that's stuck in your mind

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