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On my way on coming down
I had a vision of loss
On my way from the coroner
I left it out all lying in a box
It's been a long time coming
And your time's coming
Round, round, round the clock
And your sweet surrender
I'll hold

How many times will the culprit kill?
With the help of the president
A perfect kill
In the meadow there's a child
With a bullet in his head
In your bed
Assume your dead
Tick, tick, boom!

Your days of glory
Have long been beside you
Running round in circles
Gotcha feeling like you're some kind of slug
And I'm so sorry
To bleed for the
Heavenly devil
Your sweet surrender
I'll hold

How many times will the culprit kill?
With the help of the president
A perfect kill
In the meadow there's a child
With a bullet in his head
In your bed
Assume your dead
Tick, tick!

How many times will the culprit kill?
With the help of the president
A perfect kill
In the meadow there's a child
With a bullet in his head
In your bed
Assume your dead
Tick, tick, boom!

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