| Been hanging desperate and hoping for a break
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| Black metal heavy till it goes against my brains
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| Why do I disgrace those things that spreads right off my face
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| All this for you
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| He almost thought he had a chance for something safe
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| But she can’t let go, she won’t shut up
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| (Like someone put a gun to his face?)
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| Your way of crawling away, of caring way too much
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| Plus public buildings, my pistol says enough?
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| Your only weapon, put on the piano I’m feeling slow
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| All this for you
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| He almost thought he had a chance for something safe
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| But she can’t let go, she won’t shut up
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| (Like someone put a gun to his face?)
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| She almost thought she had a place to hide her face
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| Like she thinks they care, they just don’t care
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| (Like someone put a gun to her face?)
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| (Extended Instrumental)
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| He almost thought he had a chance for something safe
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| But she can’t let go, she won’t shut up
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| (Like someone put a gun to his face?)
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| She almost thought she had a place to hide her face
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| Like she thinks they care, they just don’t care
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| (Like someone put a gun to her face?)
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| (Extended Guitar Outro) |