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I saw your fake smile on your story; I know the true penmanship behind those eyes. What's it this time, that's gripping your worry? The discovery of something cruel, or your lies? You don't know how lucky you have it, Look at you, peachy keen with the luck of the Irish. But don't worry, that soon shall end, You'll regret ever becoming my friend.
One step too far and it's life without parole, I'll go mad, crazy even, solitary is my new home. Not giving a fuck is dangerous, But me not giving a fuck is... vicious.
Oh, we're in the same city for the first time in months, I'm sickened by my very own wanderlust. The other side of the world, and you're still on my mind, Sydney doesn't deserve such a cruel, cruel life. Oh, all of a sudden we're on the same street, So suburban, picturesque, quintessentially Aussie. I reckon this dish of revenge will be delicious, A hint of serious, with a sprinkle of vicious.
I promise I'm fine, there's nothing to worry about. It's only if you cross me, that you should worry. You said it's a surprise, me showing up at your house, How so? You didn't really think you could get away with hurting me? Sydney has never seen such villainy, I hurt you and you hurt me. I hurt you and you hurt me. Down to the wire, and down under, Decays in the autumn thunder.
One step too far and it's life without parole, I'll go mad, crazy even, solitary is my new home. Not giving a fuck is dangerous, But me not giving a fuck is... vicious.
Oh, we're in the same city for the first time in months, I'm sickened by my very own wanderlust. The other side of the world, and you're still on my mind, Sydney doesn't deserve such a cruel, cruel life. Oh, all of a sudden we're on the same street, So suburban, picturesque, quintessentially Aussie. I reckon this dish of revenge will be delicious, A hint of serious, with a sprinkle of vicious.
Damn it, what have I done? I'll never again see a European sun. Oh well, that was so fun. No point in sobbing when the damage's done. Fucking hell, that jury's mean. Why don't they like me? Fucking hell, that was delicious. Fucking hell, I'm so... vicious!
Oh, we were in the same city for the first time in months, I was sickened by my very own wanderlust. The other side of the world, and you were still on my mind, Sydney didn't deserve such a cruel, cruel life. Oh, all of a sudden we were on the same street, So suburban, picturesque, quintessentially Aussie. I reckoned this dish of revenge would be delicious, A hint of serious, with a sprinkle of vicious.
