| Easy on the eyes
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| Truth is like a loaded gun
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| You don’t wanna point that thing round here
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| Leave all your skeletons up here
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| This is real life
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| And you’ve been living fictional
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| I don’t wanna hurt your heart, my dear
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| But if I gotta cut you, know I will
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| Cause I’ve given you
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| Damn near every chance to make it possible
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| Have it all but all you do is build up all the fears
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| And drown us in your tears
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| But I pray for ya, pray for ya
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| I’ll pray, I’ll pray, yeah
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| When all this pain is gone
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| When all this blood has run
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| When all this pain is gone
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| When all this blood has run
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| Cause I can’t even feel the sun
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| Fighting with the shadows that you cast
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| I still see the mask
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| And now we’re in the light
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| You’ve been hiding all along
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| I don’t wanna hurt your heart, my dear
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| But the air is crystal clear
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| And even though
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| I gave you every chance to make it possible
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| Have it all but all you do is build up all the fears
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| And drown us in your tears
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| But I pray for ya, pray for ya
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| I’ll pray, I’ll pray, yeah
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| When all this pain is gone
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| When all this blood has run
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| When all this pain is gone
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| When all this blood has run
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| Pray
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| When all this pain is gone
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| I’ll pray
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| When all this blood has run
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| I’ll pray, yeah
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| I’ll pray, yeah
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| When my heart’s an empty gun
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| I’ll pray
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| I’ll pray |