| What will you do to turn this around
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| Many behind you many before you
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| Ticket in one hand gun in the other
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| What will you do now, which hand will you use?
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| Came on the run, you will leave running
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| There’s always someone to keep you from thinking
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| Loving her desperately knowing you’re leaving
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| What will you do now with no one to go to?
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| There are so many places to see
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| There are so many people to be
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| This country was promised to me from the start
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| The kids. |
| The park. |
| The crosshairs find their mark
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| And I think I’m the sum of what’s before and what’s to come
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| A saint with a scope and a holster full of hope
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| It depends it depends some stories never end
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| But mine unwinds in seconds
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| What will you do to save your own life
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| Drink yourself brilliant, make love to your image
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| Dad’s on the left side, mom’s on the right
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| What will you do now to keep them divided?
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| Eyes out the window the folly of humans
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| Mid-day anonymous when guns find their purpose
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| End of the country end of the century
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| Ending of everything the ending is everything
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| There are so many people in me
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| There are so many women to meet
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| Remember me to all the ones I have lost
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| The glock is cocked. |
| The sheep begin to drop
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| And I think I’m the sum of what’s before and what’s to come
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| A saint with a scope and a pocketful of dope
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| Seven stars! |
| Seven stars! |
| The kingdom is all ours
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| The stairs the light the street the blue and white
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| Deep in the flat with the technicolor cat
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| And hey my varicose guilt! |