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Bent at the knee, a last resortBackfired and made things worseOnce on the bus, it was quite possibleYou'd be the jailhouse queenJury and judge were screaming to hangYou spat the sweat from browHe shrugged his shoulders, nothing would workIt had to end right now...I can't drive straight counting your fake frownsFocusing in; details a mustTrying to make each one countAll on your fingers stopping at tenMagistrate's keyed in howThe jury and judge were screaming to hangYou spat the sweat from browHe shrugged his shoulders; nothing would workIt had to end right now...We can't keep your interest nowIncreasing pixels and sound