| I wouldn’t kill to win a war
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| I don’t get what they do it for
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| It’s all so terribly vague
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| I see the pictures from a thousand years of battle
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| And I think
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| It’s such a bore
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| I walk New Orleans with a knife
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| Like Mackie, hidden out of sight
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| But I’d be useless if they jumped
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| I’m really not the killing type
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| I’m not the killing type
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| I’m not the killing type
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| I’m not, I’m not
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| I’m not the killing type, I’m not
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| I’ve got a picture of your mom
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| Before the war when she was young
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| She’s got an etching to her right
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| I think it’s funny that she’s looking to the left
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| And it’s a sign
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| I wouldn’t kill to get you back
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| And I’ve officially been asked
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| I couldn’t kill to save a life
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| I’d rather die a peaceful piece of shit-bait
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| Shame-filled coward
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| Thanks
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| I’m not the killing type
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| I’m not the killing type
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| I’m not, I’m not
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| I’m not the killing type
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| I’m not
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| But I would kill to make you feel
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| I don’t mean kill someone for real
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| I couldn’t do that, it is wrong
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| But I can say it in a song
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| A song, a song
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| And I’m saying it now
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| I’m saying it so
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| Even if you never hear this song
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| Somebody else will know
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| I’m saying it now
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| I’m saying it so
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| Even if you never hear this song
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| Somebody else will know, know, know, know
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| I just can’t explain how good it feels
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| I just can’t explain how good it feels
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| I just can’t explain how good it feels
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| I just can’t describe~
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| I once stepped on a dying bird
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| It was a mercy killing
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| I couldn’t sleep for a week
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| I kept feeling its breaking bones
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| I heard that if you see a star at night
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| And the conditions are just right
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| And you are standing on a cliff
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| Then you can close your eyes
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| And make a wish and take a step
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| And change somebody’s life
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| I’m not the killing type
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| I’m not the killing type
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| I’m not, I’m not
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| I’m not the killing type, I’m not
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| But I would kill you make you feel
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| I’d kill to move your face an inch
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| I see you staring into space
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| I wanna stick my fist into your mouth
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| And twist your arctic heart
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| Yes, I would kill to make you feel
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| I don’t mean kill someone for real
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| I couldn’t do that, it is wrong
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| But I can say it in a song, a song, a song
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| And I’m saying it now
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| I’m saying it so
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| Even if you never hear this song
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| Somebody else will know
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| I’m saying it now
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| I’m saying it so
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| Even if you never hear this song
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| Somebody else will know, know, know, know
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| I just can’t explain how good it feels
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| I just can’t explain how good it feels
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| I just can’t explain how good it feels
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| I just can’t describe-ibe-ibe-ibe
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
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| I’m not the killing type |