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Correct If They Holler, Don't Let Go Lyrics
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The Number Twelve Looks Like You
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Correct If They Holler, Don't Let Go
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It's been a few years And I still carry many fears The game has been opened back up So now it's time to play catch up The rats are caught and thrown into their playground Upon consciousness a letter is to be found "Tag you're it, time to go seek Listen to my directions and don't miss a beat Your four buddies are hiding, wanting to be found Combine the different body parts in the outline on the ground Arms from #10, legs from #24, torso from #3 Last but not least, head from #12, then you're almost set free Dress your friend on the ground with the nice clothes on your back Yell "Tag you're it" and give him a nice big loud smack A door will open that will let you go And you just played the game you ruined for me a long time ago" The letter drops as he runs towards the yells Found tied and blindfolded is #10 Legs chained up so he doesn't walk away ever again Our compassionless friend doesn't even think twice "Please, please stop" My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock You never foresee danger when you're ready to play My childish games rattle on like, rattle on like... He's laid down and gets his arms untied Friend sits down, putting a foot to #10s ribs With the other foot against his head He grips his buddies arm tightly which is sitting between his legs The arm is tugged and twisted With all of his might With all of his might Shredded off like the wing of a bird Who will never take flight With the arms thrown over his shoulders The blood dripping down his back makes him feel colder Placing his findings in the outline on the ground It's time for more meat to be found "I can see why, I can see the light My insides have finally caught daylight He showed the real me, a torture machine Mom don't wait up, or you'll be another cleanup" "You're a wold of light" - She told me "I'm darker than black" - I replied I'm tripping on my hundredth excuse And I don't intend to turn back now With the leaves in my hair I climb towards the clouds How will I ever find my way home Our victims deserved a last meal (a last meal) My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock Rattle on like, rattle on like a tick tock clock My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock Rattle on like, rattle on like a tick tock clock
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