| I’ve used your trust for target practice
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| I used your lust to fulfill mine
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| The buzzards pick at names I used to know
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| But my path is set and I will die alone!
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| You should have ran me out when you had the chance!
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| But now I’m here to stay
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| You should have ran me out when you had the chance!
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| But now, I’m here to stay
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| The man in black said boy don’t take your guns to town
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| But I’ve never been one to listen to reason
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| This heart, these hands of treason
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| I gave my soul to this steel
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| Because a dead man feels no guilt
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| Gave purpose to the lifeless
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| To fill what can’t be filled
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| I’ll peak through broken fingers
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| Attempt to slant my view
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| Amazed by their indifference
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| Though I knew just what they’d do
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| They’ll leave a hole in your chest
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| Before they lay you to rest
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| This town will never be the same!
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| I’ve used your trust for target practice
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| And I used your lust to fulfill mine
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| And I wanted you to know the truth (know the truth)
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| This is what I was born to do (born to do)
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| And I can’t explain what goes through my head
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| But when the dust clears, you’ll all be dead
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| It was the guns, it was the guns!
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| So wipe their stain from off my hands and see what I have done!
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| It was the guns, it was the guns!
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| So wipe their stain from off my hands and see what I’ve done!
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| I can feel them start to betray
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| I can feel them start to aim this way
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| I can feel them start to betray
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| I can feel them start to aim this way |