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Hands Up Baby

I've been hanging round
Everywhere you go in town
Watching you forget me
I want to see you crack
I'm going to get you back
Put your hands up ba-by
You're talking to me like I'm in your debt
You don't remember things I can't forget
Now you don't look so well
Turn that gun back on yourself
And take a load off ba-by
I've had enough this time
Give me back my boots you swine
It's your fault you hate me
I only hate you 'cause I hate myself
It breaks my heart that I can't wish you well
Now I could end this here
Die and take you with me dear
It could be so easy
I don't care what you do
I'll still be rid of you
Just make your mind up baby
I'll turn around I'll walk away from you
If I turn back I'll be the death of you
Solo at the end (a cello?)