| Once I had my heroes
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| And once I had my dreams
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| But all of that is changed now
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| They’ve turned things inside out
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| The truth is not that comfortable, no!
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| And Mother taught us patience
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| The virtues of restraint
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| And Father taught us boundaries
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| Beyond which we must go
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| To find the secrets promised us, yeah
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| That’s when I reach for my revolver
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| That’s when it all gets blown away
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| That’s when I reach for my revolver
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| The spirit fights to find its way
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| A friend of mine once told me
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| His one and only aim
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| To build a giant castle
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| And live inside his name
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| Cry and whispers sing in muted pain
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| Yeah
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| That’s when I reach for my revolver
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| That’s when it all gets blown away
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| That’s when I reach for my revolver
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| The spirit fights to find its way
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| Tonight the sky is empty
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| But that is nothing new
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| Its dead eyes look upon us
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| And they tell me
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| We’re nothing
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| But slaves
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| That’s when I reach for my revolver
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| Just slaves
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| That’s when I reach for my revolver
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| That’s when I reach for my revolver
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| That’s when I reach for my revolver
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| That’s when I reach for my revolver
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| That’s when I reach for my revolver |