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Well let me check myself, I gotta get it right Your advice will help me save my band If I listen close I might just get it right Success and stardom lie in your hands Kick the taste out of your mouth Take you down, make you taste the ground Rip you right off of your high horse With no sorrow and no remorse Let me check your stats, I gotta get it right No one stands to your accomplishments? And anything I do is nothing to you? I pale in comparison? Kick the taste out of your mouth Take you down, make you taste the ground Rip you right off of your high horse With no sorrow and no remorse Take them away from... Eat the floor Kick the taste out of your mouth Take you down make you taste the ground Rip you right off of your high horse With no sorrow and no remorse Save yourself
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