| We seem to find it common in books
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| Someones always dying but no one wants to look
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| And upon further inspection we find
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| We find the truth
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| And I’m tired of hosting banquets for ghosts in the mirror
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| I’m tired of hearing voices that only I can hear
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| I’m tired of staring down the same old barrel of that gun
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| Yeah, I’m tired of this table for one
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| Only being honest but true
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| She glances at the menu then family of two
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| And despite her introspection
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| She came and make her case
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| She’s tired of the whiskey, and she tired of the wrong
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| She’s tired of all the mystery In the places she comes from
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| She’s tired of staring down the same old barrel of that gun
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| She’s tired of this table for one
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| Yeah, she tired of that god damn table for one
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| And I’m tired of hosting banquets for ghosts in the mirror
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| I’m tired of hearing voices that only I can hear
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| I’m tired of staring down the same old barrel of that gun
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| Yeah, I’m tired of this table for one (x3) |