| I’d pull the trigger, but you’re already dead
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| If I could bring you back to life, I would kill you again
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| Tell me now, how do you sleep at night?
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| With the Devil in your bed laying right by your side
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| And as you count all your dollars, you can count down the days
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| 'Cause when it’s all said and done, I’ll fucking spit on your grave
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| I would pull the trigger, but you’re already dead
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| If I could bring you back to life, I would do it all again
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| And I looked in your eyes as it all came to an end
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| I swear if I could bring you back to life, I’d kill you again
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| I’d kill you again
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| Tell me, how do you live with yourself?
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| Lives are falling apart while you’re consumed by your wealth
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| The blood is on your hands, and your skin’s stained red
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| But when I’m done with you, you’ll beg for your last breath
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| I would pull the trigger, but you’re already dead
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| If I could bring you back to life, I would do it all again
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| And I looked in your eyes as it all came to an end
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| I swear if I could bring you back to life, I’d kill you again
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| I’d kill you again
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| Pull the trigger
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| Pull the trigger
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| I pulled the trigger, and I sent you to hell
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| These are my final words to you, go fuck yourself |