| I still have the scars
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| But the knife is gone
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| I still dress to kill
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| And I jump like a leopard
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| But I wouldn’t know where to run
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| Oh I still fear for our defeat
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| Even though I know all of our battles were won
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| So where are you?
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| Who had me doing what I do
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| It was never enough fun
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| But it was better when we were two
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| I need a helping hand
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| I need a trigger, I need an aim
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| I see your new mercenaries
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| I see them leaning on the steel
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| I see the black cats and the buckets of blood
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| But it doesnt seem right nor real
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| I see dealers in the street
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| And I ask them for ammunition
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| But I just can’t land a deal
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| So where are you?
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| You had me doing what I do
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| Nearly all my friends are gone
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| And you’re gone too
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| They say my arm has gone limp
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| And frankly I can’t tell what I feel
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| No, I’m not afraid
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| This is what I’ve been trained for
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| No, I’m not afraid
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| You know I’ve walked alone before
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| And I can do it once more
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| No, I’m not afraid
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| But my opponents, they are worthless
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| And I dont care to go to war
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| So where are you?
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| You had me doing what I do
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| I could easily stand alone
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| But I wanna stand with you
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| Oh, baby
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| Couldn’t we be the killer couple
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| That we, that we were before? |