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Dead set All that I have Nothing that you would want to put into your hands No fair Saying things that I don’t want to hear Cut off your big fat head Keep it as my souvenir Yeah, I will tell you once But I won’t tell you twice No fair The feeling running through my veins Give it some loving Turn around then I’m back again Me first Was gonna leave but I stayed instead All of my anger is just your voice drilling in my head Yeah, I will tell you once But I won’t tell you twice Dead set No fair Cut off your big fat head Keep it as my souvenir Yeah, I will tell you once But I won’t tell you twice From Letras Mania