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What will you do to turn this around? |
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Many behind you, many before you |
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Ticket in one hand, gun in the other |
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What will you do now, which hand will you use? |
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Came on the run and you will leave running |
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There's always someone to keep you from thinking |
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Loving her desperately, knowing you're leaving |
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What will you do now with no one to go to? |
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There are so many places to see |
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There are so many people to be |
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This country was promised to me from the start |
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The kids, the park, the cross hairs find their mark |
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And I think I'm the sum of what's before and what's to come |
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A saint with a scope a holster full of hope |
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It depends, it depends, some stories never end |
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But mine unwinds in seconds |
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What will you do to save your own life? |
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Drink yourself brilliant, make love to your image |
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Dad's on the left side, mom's on the right |
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What will you do now to keep them divided? |
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Eyes out the window, the folly of humans |
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Midday anonymous, when guns find their purpose |
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End of the country, end of the century |
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Ending of everything, the ending is everything |
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There are so many people in me |
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There are so many women to meet |
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Remember to all the ones I have lost |
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The glock is clocked, the sheep begin to drop |
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And I think I'm the sum of what's before and what's to come |
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Saint with a scope and a pocket full of dope |
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Seven stars, seven stars, the kingdom is all ours |
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The stairs, the light, the street, the blue and white |
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Deep in the flat with the technicolor cat |
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And hey, my varicose guilt |
