| Oh, it’s too late
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| I got hit by the closing door
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| And as I watch myself reflect
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| On the wrong side of My you’ve changed
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| You turned a corner I’ll never go I admit I feel a bit deceived
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| You’re expecting I’d follow
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| Bandoliers
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| To fight me dear
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| Nobody caused the rift
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| We’ve just grown apart now
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| So prepare, and take aim
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| And fire
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| Prepare, and take aim
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| And fire… on me If that’s the way it has to be
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| I’m fooling myself
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| Fooling myself into believing you
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| All these fictionary tales
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| You’re telling yourself
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| Selfish
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| Like a child that’s never heard a no
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| I watch this everchanging you
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| Never find us Bandoliers
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| To fight you dear
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| Nobody caused the rift
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| Can’t become what I’m not
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| You’ve always had my heart
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| So if it must be broken
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| Prepare, and take aim
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| And fire
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| Prepare, and take aim
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| And fire
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| Prepare, and take aim
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| And fire
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| Prepare, and take aim
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| And fire
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| Fire away
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| If you must, but I only came
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| Just to let you know
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| This is goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Prepare, and take aim
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| And fire
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| Prepare, and take aim
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| And fire
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| Know that no one can make me fire
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| No one can make me fire |