You're running from big magnet
Who spit in face now
Well it's not me
I tried to get a shot in then but I can't see
It's a race war
Your eyes will soak your mattress in tears
But don't be old fashioned
[?] passion
You fight with yourself
Late at night you get your tears on the shelf
And get the knife out
To write letters in blood
On rags and tatters
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