I'm wearing it. I'm wearing it under my face. An expression and an admission of my disgrace. But I'm sure I will make it okay. I'll try to give you something better. I'm wearing it today. But I'm sure I will make it okay. I'll try to give you something better. You with a grin on your face. Me with a bag in its place. I've put a rope round my neck. I'm trying to win your respect. Conceal the weapons! Conceal the weapons! Death shares everything I have. Conceal the weapons! Conceal the weapons! But I hate the way I Conceal the weapons! Blame it on the staring match between the two of us. Blame it on the staring match between the two of us
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