| Chrous
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| You Put A Bullet In My Head
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| Turned Black Thoughts To Red
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| This Could All End In Tragedy
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| I Dream Of Your Death Lay You Down To Rest
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| I Wont Look Back In Fond Memory
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| But Time Marches On, Like A Soldier, Are You A Killer
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| I Think I What You Are, A Theif In The Night
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| And Though It’s Taken Me So Very Long To Figure You Out
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| Your Throwing Stones, Your Glass Castle Is Falling Down
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| On Top Of Your Good Times, Im Not Interested In Working This Out
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| And Thats What You Are
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| A Sad Plastic Fucking Mess
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| and thats what you are, a sad plastic fucking mess
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| dont come to me with how your
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| tired, used up and just barely getting by because I would walk on by and not even,
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| not even kick you when your down
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| though you would deserve it because you are lower than, the lowest dog
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| but this is the part where I say goodbye
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| and let the sands of time, blow over us Say goodbye, and let the sands of time blow over us You Never Had To Crawl
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| You Never Had To Say What It Feels Like
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| To Be So Trapped Underneath
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| The Weight Of Someone’s World Comes Crashing Down On Me
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| I Was Longing To Be Free, I Put The Bullet In You And Me This Is My Farwell To You And I This Will All End Tragedy |