| Please stay in bed
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| You know I like watching
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| As you shoot yourself in the head
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| There’s no need for talking
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| I want you to leave
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| But I can’t stand being alone
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| Rifle, Rifle, Rifle
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| There’s no violence in this home
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| Feathers fall from the sky
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| As your eyes roll back
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| I don’t know if you hit oblivion
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| Allt Gör Ont
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| But it’s lovely that you didn’t crack
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| I want you to leave
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| But I can’t stand being alone
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| Rifle, Rifle, Rifle
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| There’s no violence in this home
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| Pull it back
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| Let the bodies stack
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| Pull it back
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| I want you to leave
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| But I can’t stand being alone
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| Rifle, Rifle, Rifle
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| There’s no violence in this home
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| Don’t worry about your voice box
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| You sound just lovely as is
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| But breathing is harder
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| When what you have taken for granted, doesn’t make you martyr |