| I got a gun pointed at the rat race
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| Got my own private road to hell
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| I got a tree, it grows money
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| But it’s growing old and it’s winter now
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| I’m a sure fire assassin
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| Not so sure of what I’m meant to do
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| Am I meant to kill? |
| Am I meant to thrill?
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| I’m gonna burn this city down
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| ‘Cause this city ran me around
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| I’m gonna burn this town to the ground
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| Ain’t no worries, I’m all fired up
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| Walk on air, thin air
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| Come back down to us forever
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| Don’t leave now
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| We’ll rest together
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| Your beating heart is down below
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| There are open wounds in the bedroom
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| Follow trails of his bloody gauze
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| We’re all going down if you don’t heal
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| I’m gonna burn this city down
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| ‘Cause this city ran me around
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| I’m gonna burn this town to the ground
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| Ain’t no worries, I’m all fired up
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| I’m gonna burn this city down
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| ‘Cause this city ran me around
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| I’m gonna burn this town to the ground
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| Ain’t no worries, I’m all fired up
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| Ain’t no worries, I’m all fired up |