| Life and death are shaking hands with no regard for my futile plans
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| And I’ve licked the wounds and tasted red and nothing mends me now that honor’s
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| dead
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| Life and death in every breath, I hope I choose the words that sell us best
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| And I’ve made my bed in the viper’s den
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| Nothing can save me now that honor’s dead
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| I can’t rely on this anymore
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| I can’t rely on this anymore
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| I watched them weave the noose around me
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| I watched them raise the gallows high
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| Never saw the fools that hung before me
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| Never saw a warning sign
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| Life and death are shaking hands with no regard for my futile plans
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| And I’ve licked the wounds and tasted red and nothing mends me now that honor’s
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| dead
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| I can’t rely on this anymore
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| I can’t rely on this anymore
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| I watched them weave the noose around me
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| I watched them raise the gallows high
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| Never saw the fools that hung before me
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| Never saw a warning sign
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| I watched them weave the noose around me
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| I watched them raise the gallows high
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| Never saw the fools that hung before me
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| Never saw a warning sign
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| My face is turning blue
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| From up here it’s the best view
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| My neck is breaking from my own weight
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| And I’m supposed to say thank you
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| I can’t rely on this anymore
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| I can’t rely on this anymore
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| I watched them weave the noose around me
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| I watched them raise the gallows high
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| Never saw the fools that hung before me
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| Never saw a warning sign
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| I’ve licked the wounds and tasted red and nothing mends me now that honor’s dead |