| When the shots rang out
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| All I heard was rain on my windowsill
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| In the passing days
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| Before the blood dried
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| There was all this will
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| You can share a picture
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| And show how much you care
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| To be shot in the back
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| While you are running away
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| To be fat and scared
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| Saddest man running
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| I have ever seen
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| Who’s gonna stand a chance
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| I wouldn’t have, no one ever would
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| When your fate lies in the hands
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| Of a black heart hanging inside
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| To be so proud in your hateful form
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| Big grown man, small as an ant
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| It’s a long ride home
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| This year from the pride parade
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| And the streetlights shine
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| Onto soft skin and young lovers' wills
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| Who you gonna tell who to love
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| When everyone’s just trying
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| To feel alright
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| Since I was a kid I have fought
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| A darkness I would never shake
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| When there is so little left to feel
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| But from the touch
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| Of the one you trust
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| It is a long life
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| To be handled like old shoes
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| And they are all these kids
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| All these kids I never knew |