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You say you want a little more Here are your walking shoes. You talk about the give and get How âbout the win and lose? Given a choice to kill or be killed Be killed, Be killed, Be killed. I guess I'll have to pretty my face And hang out in the market of love. Go find something that's delicate and rare That wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. Given a choice to kill or be killed Be killed, Be killed, Be killed. Why always the losing side of town Coupled with a lack of self-control? Love can send you crumbling to the ground So you have to let it go. Given a choice to kill or be killed Be killed, Be killed, Be killed. From Letras Mania