| You stand before me
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| Now we stare eye to eye
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| Before another second clicks away, one of us will die
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| You reach for your metal as I reach for mine
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| The sound of bullets flying through the air is followed by a cry
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| And there cryin'
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| What will we do, what will we say when it’s the end of this game that we play
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| Will we crumble into the dust, my friend
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| Or will we start this game over again
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| It’s coming back to me
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| The young man lies alone, but fastened into the ground
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| The sound of fleeing feet and the cryin' eye will be his last sound
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| But do we gain from all this?
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| Now, was it worth a life? |
| no
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| We throw all of our hopes away
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| And set our dreams aside
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| Now we’re cryin'
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| What will we do, what will we say, when it’s the end of this game that we play
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| Will we crumble into the dust, my friend
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| or will we start this game over again
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| It’s coming back to me
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| It’s coming back to me
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| It’s coming back to me
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| What will we do, what will we say, when it’s the end of this game that we play
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| Will we crumble into the dust, my friend
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| or will we start this game over again |