| Don’t make me run for something I can’t chase
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| If you don’t want my gun to kiss your pretty face
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| Never open your arms if you cannot take an embrace
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| And if you don’t want my gun, you better kiss this ugly face
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| «My boy, this life is fun», she said to me that night
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| «Well for me it can’t be done», I furiously replied
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| Still, I went out and tried to lighten up inside
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| But for me it can’t be done, I’m just so sick and tired
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| Convinced being born wasn’t bad
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| Assured that I would get to die this way
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| Convinced being alive wouldn’t hurt
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| But it did
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| But then it did
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| Convinced being born wasn’t bad
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| Assured that I would get to die this way
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| Convinced being alive wouldn’t hurt
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| But it did
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| But then it did
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| Convinced being born wasn’t bad
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| Assured that I would get to die this way
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| Convinced being alive wouldn’t hurt
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| But it did
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| But then it did
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| Convinced being born wasn’t bad
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| Assured that I would get to die this way
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| Convinced being alive wouldn’t hurt
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| But it did
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| But then it did
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| But it did
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| But then it did |