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Last night |
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Johnny died in a blink of an eye |
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Under flickering moon with a sinister smile |
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After 23 years of constant unease |
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He thought a bullet would make 'em voices cease |
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Determined to taste ice-cold hard steel |
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While wondering how it would feel |
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To fall in his knees by his own hand |
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Conclusion... |
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Hey, it must be grand! |
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At the age of thirteen, nerves slashed the unclean |
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Found himself in a maze, endless, unseen |
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Take left, take right, reason vanished from sight |
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Not a thing could make him feel alright |
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Pull, Pull, |
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Pull, Pull!!! |
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The bullet brings peace and his peace was death |
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One move would take him far beyond |
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That is how |
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Johnny took his final breath |
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With this calming thought |
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I cleanse my entity |
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One gentle squeeze will finally set me free |
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Last night |
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Johnny died in a blink of an eye |
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In a gunshot clad in a messiah's disguise |
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After 23 years of constant unease |
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He thought it was time for 'em voices to cease |
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At the end of that day one life slipped away |
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No one there to beg this one to stay |
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One shell now lies in a crimson bed |
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Would you take yours instead? |
