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I've used your trust for target practice, |
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I used your lust to fulfill mine. |
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The buzzards pick at names I used to know. |
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But my path is set and I will die alone! |
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You should have ran me out when you had the chance! |
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But now I'm here to stay |
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The man in black said boy don't take your guns to town, |
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But I've never been one to listen to reason, |
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This heart, these hands of treason. |
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I gave my soul to this steel, |
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Because a dead man feels no guilt. |
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Gave purpose to the lifeless, |
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To fill what can't be filled |
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I'll peak through broken fingers, |
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Attempt to slant my view |
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Amazed by their indifference, |
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Though I knew just what they'd do |
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They'll leave a hole in your chest |
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Before they lay you to rest |
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This town will never be the same |
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I've used your trust for target practice, |
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I used your lust to fulfill mine. |
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But I'm not ready |
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To take the credit for the work that they've done |
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The work that they've done |
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It was the guns, it was the guns, |
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So wipe their stain from off my hands and see what they have done. |
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It was the guns, it was the guns, |
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So wipe their stain from off my hands and see what they have done. |
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I can feel them start to betray |
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I can feel them start to aim this way |