| I’ve got a gun in my hand but that gun won’t cock
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| My finger’s on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
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| and I can’t stop staring at the tick tock clock
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| and even if I could I would never give up.
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| With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
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| I can’t believe I’m dying with my song unsung.
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| And if and when I die won’t you bury me alone?
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| 'Cause I’ll never get to heaven if I’m singing this song.
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| If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong?
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| Would you do what it takes to move this hollow life along?
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| I’d like to think I would, you know I’d like to think I would
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| but I can guarantee that what you see is not reality
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| and every time she makes a point, I make a counterpoint
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| She said it’s easy but in the end you’ll have no choice
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| and you know that’s only just the way that it goes
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| You said it right man, That is just the way that it goes
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| And the days, and the days they seem like forever
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| And the days, and the days they seem like forever
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| But forever isn’t ever enough!
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| I’d like to sing a song
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| Promise you won’t be long!
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| I’ll try not to be long but I don’t want to get this story wrong
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| There was a kid who never cared about the little things
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| Don’t even bother because I’m tired and I’m sick of it
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| And every time she makes a point, I’ll make a counterpoint!
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| She said It’s easy but in the end you’ll have no choice
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| And you know that’s only just the way that it goes
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| You said it right man, that is just the way that it goes
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| I’ve got a gun in my hand but that gun won’t cock
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| And my finger’s on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
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| and I can’t stop staring at the tick tock clock
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| and even if I could I would never give up.
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| With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
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| I can’t believe I’m dying with my song unsung.
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| And if and when I die won’t you bury me alone?
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| 'Cause I’ll never get to heaven if I’m singing this song.
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| Oh, you don’t know where I’ve been!
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| Oh, you don’t know what I’ve seen!
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| If I did something right
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| Would you give up this fight?
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| Would you say you were wrong and maybe someone else was kind of right
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| I’d like to think you would
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| You know I’d like to think you would
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| but I can’t guarantee that what you get is an apology
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| Jump back to the day we met
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| I never thought that it would end this way
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| If ever I let you down I want to ask of you
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| To take it down a notch and we can talk it on through
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| And the days, and the days they seem like forever
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| And the days, and the days they seem like forever
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| But forever isn’t ever enough!
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| I’d like to sing a song
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| Promise you won’t be long!
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| I’ll try not to be long but I don’t want to get this story wrong
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| There was a chick who never cared about the little things
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| Don’t bother 'cause I still don’t give a shit
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| And every time she makes a point, I’ll make a counterpoint!
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| She said it’s easy but in the end you’ll have no choice
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| And you know that’s only just the way that it goes
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| You said it right man, that is just the way that it goes
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| I’ve got a gun in my hand but that gun won’t cock
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| And my finger’s on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
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| and I can’t stop staring at the tick tock clock
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| and even if I could I would never give up.
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| With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
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| I can’t believe I’m dying with my song unsung.
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| And if and when I die won’t you bury me alone?
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| 'Cause I’ll never get to heaven if I’m singing this song.
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| Oh, you don’t know where I’ve been!
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| Oh, you don’t know what I’ve seen!
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| So tell me friend, how’s it going to end?
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| When the shit goes down and there’s no one left around to get your back
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| You’ll crack
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| You’ll smile and agree with everything they say
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| They’ll try to tell you that it’s all okay
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| But it’s not and you’re shot and you’re bleeding pretty bad
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| And you can’t stop thinking about the things you never had
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| Like a wife and a kid and the things you never did
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| You’re running around
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| You’re living a life that’s empty in the end, my friend
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| No, you’ll take back all you’ve said
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| Oh, when the regrets fill your head
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| Trust me I’ve been there before
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| I would not wish it upon my greatest enemy
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| What irony!
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| Once friends, but I find
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| You’ll have to learn this lesson on your own
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| So I waited by the phone but that phone never rang
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| and I sang so loud so I wouldn’t hear the bang
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| When the bang never came and I never got the call
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| Fuck It! |
| Thank You! |
| I Love You All!
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| Some are going to say that we’re doomed to repeat
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| all our past mistakes
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| Great!
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| But that’s not me
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| and even if it was I would always disagree
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| Because in the end I always get the better of me
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| I’ve got a gun in my hand but that gun won’t cock
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| And my finger’s on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
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| and I can’t stop staring at the tick tock clock
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| and even if I could I would never give up.
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| With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
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| I can’t believe I’m dying with my song unsung.
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| And if and when I die won’t you bury me alone?
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| 'Cause I’ll never get to heaven if I’m singing this song.
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| Oh, I’ll take you where I’ve been!
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| Oh, I’ll show you what I’ve seen! |