| Like a record of history
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| With a full discography
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| Like a pilot I take a view
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| One hundred miles on top of you
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| And out here I wonder how
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| What it is I’m seeing now
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| That from all the things I do
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| I’m gonna end up just like you
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| I’m in the breech so hear me now
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| A one-shot deal that’s not allowed
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| If I can ever escape from you
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| I never wanted to be like you
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| A fear of failure or success
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| That I might be second best
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| That history repeats itself
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| No way to ever forgive myself
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| Breech loader
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| Breech loader
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| Breech loader
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| A single point of wreckage
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| A single point of impact
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| Another round of spreading fear
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| In tattooed nights we roamed the streets
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| Shouting we drove endlessly
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| A thousand times we met and reduced discomfort
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| And the mighty fall as mighty do
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| Only you were just December crammed into a year
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| And I was just a year in ten
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| A single history of wreckage
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| A single point of impact
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| My fragments scattering widely
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| My shrapnel shattering the innocent
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| Don’t want to be
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| Just like you
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| Gonna be, just like you
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| Breech loader
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| Unloaded I’m nothing
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| Loaded I explode
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| Smash my surroundings
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| Into a million pieces
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| I have welts on my hands
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| From killing windows
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| I step into the breech
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| It’s my job occupation
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| My only salvation
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| The only way
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| To understand my situation
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| Gun for hire
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| I’m the breech loader
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| Mercenary |