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Hope is a gun, |
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That you load every day, |
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As it's chamber is spun, |
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You bite down on the steel, |
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And you pray. |
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So it goes, we re-cycle the errors we've made, |
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So it goes, we're condemned to repeat and to fade. |
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Love is a bomb, |
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That can keep you in place, |
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Can keep you alone, |
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Or just go off in your face. |
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So it goes, we re-cycle the errors we've made, |
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So it goes, we're condemned to repeat and to fade, |
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So it goes, it's a curious way to prevail, |
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So it goes, we're perpetually chasing our tails. |
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Leave your logic behind, |
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Put it out of your mind, |
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That's not how we do things round here, |
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It couldn't be easier, |
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This splendid amnesia, |
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Oh we must not forget, |
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To forget, to forget, to forget. |
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Hope is a gun, |
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That you load every day, |
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As it's chamber is spun, |
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You bite down on the steel, |
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And you pray. |
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So it goes, we re-cycle the errors we've made, |
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So it goes, we're condemned to repeat and to fade, |
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So it goes, it's a curious way to prevail, |
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So it goes, we're perpetually chasing our tails. |
