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from first to last - m.o. lyrics

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call off the dogs
pull back the search
i found him over here turning into dirt
this is one sick f-ck we’ve got on our hands now
i gotta get my friends and get them out of town
whoever did this was a f-cking pro
smooth, smart, complex and composed
i swear i think i’ve seen this very same m.o
if they knew i k!lled this monster, i’d be joining them in h-ll soon

[chorus]
i’ve got this feeling in my gut i can’t let go of
all signs point right to where you are, i can’t control it
now you’re onto me, and if it has to be you or me
then it sure as h-ll won’t be me found six feet down

i confess
i confess
i confess
i stepped out of line
i recite this line
over and over again
did i do it for good?
or am i just sick?
i still hear the dying question

i’ve got this feeling in my gut

[chorus]

found six feet down

everything everyone everywhere ends, ends x4

- from first to last lyrics

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