| Steady, hold your feet apart when you aim at my heart
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| No way not to leave a scar
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| I’ve been too patient
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| Gun me down
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| I won’t be surprised, you shot like a hundred rounds
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| Of ammunition right at me, wanna see me
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| Rollin' and cryin' and dyin' all alone
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| Inside of my own head
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| Head, mm
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| One shot, two bullets
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| Make sure to hit both sides of my heart
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| You pulled the trigger, I couldn’t
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| No way I fell for this
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| I can’t believe I took the hit
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| You had me feelin' like a thousand emotions and half of those were dark and
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| broken
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| They were dark and broken
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| Wait, you didn’t hit me right
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| You gotta reload, shoot five times again, and hit me right
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| No, no, no
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| Was it my honesty? |
| Your lack of self-esteem?
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| Or everybody sayin', «This is nothin' to believe»
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| They say I got you wrong, I thought you were the one
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| But that’s how it goes when you believe in some
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| Some fake, some
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| Some fake
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| I’m not afraid of you no more
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| No more, no more
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| So just shoot me now
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| One shot, two bullets
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| Make sure to hit both sides of my heart
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| You pulled the trigger, I couldn’t
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| One shot, two bullets
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| Make sure to hit both sides of my heart
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| You pulled the trigger, I couldn’t
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| Woah, woah, woah |