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i want to sing into your eyes, your |
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dilated eyes die criminal die |
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are you the kind of man that would |
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hold your breath to part with your |
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lungs? |
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are you the kind of man that would |
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cry fake tears to save your eyes from |
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the sight of your own blood? |
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because now's the time with torso high |
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you gave a brave look but you're not |
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so high anymore now i pulled the |
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trigger once so i could see you dance i |
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guess there was just enough gunsalt to |
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ricochet up and and pt a hole in your |
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head ...because now's your time. |
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canto funbre froever we march |
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you've made a sea of calloused hearts |
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to loathe. |