Man of the Hour
Get up!
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You think you've beat me
I think you've gone and lost your mind
You'll try to lead me
To a place where I can hide
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You've been out of sight but out of line
I promise you, I'll take my time
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Your shining eyes, my blood-shot mind
Your darkest place, my peace of mind
I hope you hate the thought of me
With less to hide and more to grieve
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You think you have me
Right where you want me to be
You'll tighten the belt
And cut these strings off me
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I've walked these streets of gold and gone to hell and back
With my hands around your throat there is no going back
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Your shining eyes, my blood-shot mind
Your darkest place, my peace of mind
I hope you hate the thought of me
With less to hide and more the grieve
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You think this is over
You think you've won
It's never over
We've only just begun
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Wake Up
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Come On
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Your shining eyes, my blood-shot mind
Your darkest place, my peace of mind
I hope you hate the thought of me
With less to hide and more to grieve