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You and I pace along the grass |
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And think of what we had |
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Ambivalent and young |
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We're probably just dumb |
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The truth is that it hurts |
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And what's it really worth? |
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No hope and no future |
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Holding a gun to my head |
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So send me an angel |
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Or bury me deeply instead |
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With demons to lean on |
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In the sky, it's never coming back |
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No hope and no future |
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We'll die the same loser |
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Holding a gun to my head |
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So send me an angel |
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Or bury me deeply instead |
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With demons to lean on |
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No, from it all |
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Not at all, at all, at all, at all |
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No, from it all |
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Not at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, |
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Holding a gun to my head |
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So send me an angel |
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Or bury me deeply instead |
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With demons to lean on |
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Holding a gun to my head |
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So send me an angel |
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Or bury me deeply instead |
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With demons to lean on |
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Holding a gun to my head |
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Holding a gun to my head |
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Holding a gun to my head |
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With demons to lean on |
