| Open season, shoot, shoot
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| Inching so quietly, through, through
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| Killer society, you’ll, you
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| Catch me, and find me, soon, soon
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| Open season, shoot, shoot
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| The murder they make us do, do
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| A haunting so madly, you, you
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| Slipping so slightly, thank you
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| Hold my arms breaking
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| Hold my hand make me
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| When there’s nothing you know
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| Worth surviving
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| Go away and leave forever
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| Take my life so they can never
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| See the light, I don’t believe in
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| Trying to live without a reason
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| Yeah, yeah
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| How can we fight against this war
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| You gotta, you gotta know
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| Do we fight against this war
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| Hold on, you gotta
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| Hunting season, shoot, shoot
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| Escaping the…, though, though
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| Hellbent conniving, you, you
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| Sister’s and whispers, through and through
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| Hold my arms breaking
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| Hold my hand make me
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| When there’s nothing you know
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| Worth surviving
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| Go away and leave forever
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| Take my life but we won’t let them
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| See the light, I don’t believe in
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| Trying to live without a reason
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Do we fight against this war
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| You gotta, you gotta know
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| Will we survive against this war
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| Ride on me
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| Run through me
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| I’m hiding, you’ll never find me
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| We’re calling an army inside me
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| I’m hiding, you’ll never find me
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| A light on me, a bullet inside me
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| Again and again and again
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| Go away and leave forever
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| Take my life so they can never
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| See the light, I don’t believe in
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| Trying to live without a reason
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| Yeah, yeah
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| How do we fight against this war
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| You gotta, you gotta know
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| Can we survive all four seasons
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| Hold on
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| Together
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| Whoa, whoa |