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Two artists stood tied at the dawn of a day,
Their brushes in hand and they painted away,
Why are they fighting? They don't really know,
Because they both believe they've got no more to grow,
They'll sneer and they'll paint just what's on their life,
And they'd just be so happy if it weren't for that knife,
The one that they're afraid will be stuck in their spine,
The moment they take their eyes off the line.
Try and mess with me,
I dare you,
Just try,
Because then you will see,
I am not gonna cry,
At your pitiful attempts to bring me down,
Back down to your level so you can spit in my hair,
You can crow all you want about your obstinate frown,
Just because you can't find someone more to care,
So stand on your own two feet for turn number two,
Stop asking for others to do your dirty work for you,
You want to fight me? You're missing the point,
I have no intention of sharing your joint,
Because I have my comforts, things I don't really need,
But you're pulling the covers over cause you've fallen to greed,
And the second you're taken from your flawed second sight,
The dogs will rise, and on you they will bite,
So stop all the lying,
And stop all the fighting,
Cause why can't you realise,
You're waiting for the biting?
Their brushes in hand and they painted away,
Why are they fighting? They don't really know,
Because they both believe they've got no more to grow,
They'll sneer and they'll paint just what's on their life,
And they'd just be so happy if it weren't for that knife,
The one that they're afraid will be stuck in their spine,
The moment they take their eyes off the line.
Try and mess with me,
I dare you,
Just try,
Because then you will see,
I am not gonna cry,
At your pitiful attempts to bring me down,
Back down to your level so you can spit in my hair,
You can crow all you want about your obstinate frown,
Just because you can't find someone more to care,
So stand on your own two feet for turn number two,
Stop asking for others to do your dirty work for you,
You want to fight me? You're missing the point,
I have no intention of sharing your joint,
Because I have my comforts, things I don't really need,
But you're pulling the covers over cause you've fallen to greed,
And the second you're taken from your flawed second sight,
The dogs will rise, and on you they will bite,
So stop all the lying,
And stop all the fighting,
Cause why can't you realise,
You're waiting for the biting?
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Two artists stood tied at the dawn of a day,
Their brushes in hand and they painted away,
Why are they fighting? They don't really know,
Because they both believe they've got no more to grow,
They'll sneer and they'll paint just what's on their life,
And they'd just be so happy if it weren't for that knife,
The one that they're afraid will be stuck in their spine,
The moment they take their eyes off the line.
Try and mess with me,
I dare you,
Just try,
Because then you will see,
I am not gonna cry,
At your pitiful attempts to bring me down,
Back down to your level so you can spit in my hair,
You can crow all you want about your obstinate frown,
Just because you can't find someone more to care,
So stand on your own two feet for turn number two,
Stop asking for others to do your dirty work for you,
You want to fight me? You're missing the point,
I have no intention of sharing your joint,
Because I have my comforts, things I don't really need,
But you're pulling the covers over cause you've fallen to greed,
And the second you're taken from your flawed second sight,
The dogs will rise, and on you they will bite,
So stop all the lying,
And stop all the fighting,
Cause why can't you realise,
You're waiting for the biting?
Their brushes in hand and they painted away,
Why are they fighting? They don't really know,
Because they both believe they've got no more to grow,
They'll sneer and they'll paint just what's on their life,
And they'd just be so happy if it weren't for that knife,
The one that they're afraid will be stuck in their spine,
The moment they take their eyes off the line.
Try and mess with me,
I dare you,
Just try,
Because then you will see,
I am not gonna cry,
At your pitiful attempts to bring me down,
Back down to your level so you can spit in my hair,
You can crow all you want about your obstinate frown,
Just because you can't find someone more to care,
So stand on your own two feet for turn number two,
Stop asking for others to do your dirty work for you,
You want to fight me? You're missing the point,
I have no intention of sharing your joint,
Because I have my comforts, things I don't really need,
But you're pulling the covers over cause you've fallen to greed,
And the second you're taken from your flawed second sight,
The dogs will rise, and on you they will bite,
So stop all the lying,
And stop all the fighting,
Cause why can't you realise,
You're waiting for the biting?