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You made this harder than it had to be The absolute marker, patching into me You flashed your colors at me, quite prematurely Now I know what you're up to and it feels so good It's right We've got your number We can reset the system screen Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now These filthy pleasantries and The march of little children Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now The truth will cut you down to pieces One eight four, lets burn it down If I can't keep from living with this regret you need to change the way I feel about us I listened to them chuckle as they eat Their judge is hiding behind eyes and turning cheeks You think I care for all these phony pleasantries when I want nothing to do with, I want nothing to do with your life We've got your number We can reset the system screen Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now These filthy pleasantries and The march of little children Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now The truth will cut you down to pieces One eighty four, lets burn it down If I can't keep from living with this regret you need to change the way I feel about us (Bye, bye, bye!) (x2) Maybe I'm bad company If you don't have a mark You're the prettiest thing I have ever seen Come with me, I want to make you dirty One eighty four, let's burn it down I need to change the way I bleed Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now x9