| Young / father gave me a gun
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| Said, ‘ you’re gonna' have a choice '
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| I pointed it at the sun
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| Lowered a couple inches / finger sticking to trigger
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| Yellow bird on a limb / I shot her between the lungs
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| Done / barely made a sound
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| As she fell through the air / hit ground
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| Grandfather’s face embodied disappointment
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| Bullet shells in the snow / his eyes, I did avoid them
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| Old soul / we approached slow
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| Blood stains seeped through a yellow fur coat
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| Knelt down / she had no chance
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| Held her warm body inside my cold hands
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| Hearing long winded songs she had once sung
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| Looking down at the dirt that had been dug
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| Put her in the the hole, looked up at that sun
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| Pointed that hurt at myself and hung…
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| My head low/
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| Nothing is set in stone
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| Written on that headstone
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| These empty hands stay closed
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| When it’s time to let go
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| I did what I could to cope / all night
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| Coulda' been an unseen glow / twilight
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| Living underneath those bones
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| Hang my head low
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| Nothing is set in stone
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| Written on that headstone
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| Looking back at that dusty road
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| When it’s time to let go
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| We did what we could to cope / all night
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| Coulda' been an unseen glow / twilight
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| Watch the scenery unfold
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| Scanned the forest trying to put a wing to the song
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| Feel like a feather on the breathe of God
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| Stretched out limb to limb sky opened up above
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| Blood moon / starlight
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| Frozen water that I’m treading on
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| Spark flame / I march to the grave
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| Dark cave / arch angels awake
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| Hot craze / I change with the shape
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| Star gaze / heart is a maze
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| Navigated rooms of a thick skull
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| No windows / womb to tomb where the wind blows
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| Digging deep through the ruins with a pitchfork
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| And when I finally came too, I was in for it
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| Stomach and knees in knot
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| Energy freeze / it’ll thaw / steam in a pot
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| Time to put the keys in the lock
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| Not leaving ‘till I can see clean through the fog
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| Weave in and out between seasons / amnesia
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| The cycles are endless / I sharpen my spear tip
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| I’ve been here before, this is merely survival
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| On the hunt for, unforgotten dreams that were lost
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| I am the target on hunt for the weapon
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| The movement is simple / soon learned to be difficult
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| Distorted thinking from wishful to dismal
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| Extremes left me blinded / can’t run from diseases we caught
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| Washed clean
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| Swelling in the backbone
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| Ooooooo
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| Heavy heart, headed back home
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| Ooooooo
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| Blue spark in a black hole
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| Ooooooo
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| Keys in the lock
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| Starving for that daylight
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| Nothing is set in stone
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| Diggin' my own grave sight
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| Looking back at the past I know
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| As it slowly fades right
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| Through the cracks of unknown / all light
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| Coulda' been an unseen glow / twilight
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| Living underneath those bones
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| Snake can’t see when it’s shedding skin
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| That just means that he’s ready to strike
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| A tall entity, like a small enemy
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| Sees it’s all everything
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| Means that I’m setting my sights
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| Upon anything
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| Sinking both teeth / medicine
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| Spread thin / breathe / thick smoke
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| Poison / free / heaven is
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| So deep / deep, we go
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| Surrounded in a botanical garden with anacondas pirañas
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| All sorts of immortal monsters to conquer
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| The blue water is rising higher
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| The harder I try keep my level head above it
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| I cut a double edge sword out
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| Grew / two sets of new horns
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| Unsettled / new mortar and pestle
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| Plucking peddles / fill the gut up with edible
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| Luke warm heavy-metals / build a pedestal
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| Watch authority crumble into puddles of celestial
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| Perception nexus / extraterrestrial
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| Wet / elemental message / guess I’ll never know
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| Wrote / sent a letter home in hopes that I could let 'em know
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| How I cope with the changes in the whether, its inevitable
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| Blood in the snow
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| Standing alone in the cold, clutching a stone
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| On the hunt to let go / but I know that there’s nothing I need
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| Something I want
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| No where to go / nothing to hold
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| Head to the stone / headed home
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| Head to the stone / headed home
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| Head to the stone / headed home
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| Head to the stone / headed home
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| I hang my…
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| My head low/ nothing is set in stone
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| Written on that headstone
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| These empty hands stay closed
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| When it’s time to let go
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| I did what I could to cope / all night
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| Coulda' been an unseen glow / twilight
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| Living underneath those bones
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| Hang my head low
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| Nothing is set in stone
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| Written on that headstone
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| Looking back at that dusty road
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| When its time to let go
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| We did what we could to cope / all night
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| Coulda' been an unseen glow / twilight
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| Watch the scenery unfold
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| Do you know where you are?
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| Look at the fire
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| Look at the star
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| Do you know who we are?
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| Look at the fire
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| Look at the star |