Текст: Hunter. Half Way There. Impostor.

He came from nowhere; no body knew him from Joe
He conquers a few with his stare, but the rest of us hate the show
A macho man in his domain, burns his bridges and he's the one to blame

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Smooth talker, big walker, you've got nothing to say
A few may join your crew, but I see your poor display
Stop forcing lines and faking good times
Go back to where you belong

You reek of poor intent, your soul just ain't real

Telling some that you repent, the rest of us know the deal
If your life is a positive force, steer clear this demon and his source

Time will always tell, if you waste your precious life
You'll end up in a self made hell, sparking trouble and causing strife
Avoid his false domain because this mans ways are insane

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