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I'm the psycho killer, I'm the untamed beast
You're the violent beauty with the pretty face
When we are together we cannot be stopped
So meet me in the middle and we'll reach the top
If you wanna get the gold
You're gonna have to do it yourself
And if you wanna reach the top
You're gonna have to fight 'em all off
And if you wanna be the champ
You're gonna have to beat the best
And if you wanna beat the best
You're gonna have to do it yourself
Me and my brother, yeah we've been through hell
We've fought hard and we've fought well
Threw all the ladders, went right over the top
But we're on a losing streak and it's gotta stop
If you wanna get the gold
You're gonna have to do it yourself
And if you wanna reach the top
You're gonna have to fight 'em all off
And if you wanna be the champ
You're gonna have to beat the best
And if you wanna beat the best
You're gonna have to do it yourself
You are my brother but hey this knee's for you
You let me down for the last time
I do not like it but y'know it's what I gotta do
To regain some peace of mind
So if you wanna reach the gold
You're gonna have to do it yourself
And if you wanna reach the top
You're gonna have to fight 'em all off
And if you wanna be the champ
You're gonna have to beat the best
And if you wanna beat me, Johnny
You're gonna have to do it yourself
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Can't Stand Losing You
02:50
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I've called you so many times today
And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your bother's going to kill me and he's six feet ten
I guess you'd call it cowardice
But I'm not prepared to go on like this
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I see you've sent my letters back
And my LP records and they're all scratched
I can't see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn't make no sense
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don't care so I won't cry
But you'll be sorry when I'm dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you'd call it suicide
But I'm too full to swallow my pride
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't I can't I can't stand losing
I can't...
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