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Your Turn (Hello Amanda Pt.2)

With the turn of a dial a bullet howls through
the skull that once held so many dirty thoughts
In a split secound, you are ruined
Your're stuck in a trap and caught
Let's run down the list of people you have screwed
One mother, a father to boot
A teen, a child, look at this paper pile!
you are a sick man, mr jheen
Time for you to taste your own spleen

A newspaper with your name as a headline
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