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Well, you run from your reasons as you slip on your soul |
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Now you're keeping a hold of something you've never known |
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You're tied in your mind, hangin' lifeless inside, yeah |
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You're dyin' alone, you should've known it'd be cold, yeah |
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Cold, yeah |
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Cold, yeah |
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Now you know you're alone |
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You're a screaming gun, yeah |
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Gun, yeah |
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Gun, yeah |
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Gun, yeah |
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Well, you hold down the silence with an anger below |
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You scream for your purpose as you're lettin' it go |
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Now all that you hold is what's left of your soul |
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But what's left of your soul you can't keep a hold of no soul, yeah |
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Soul, yeah |
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Now you know you're alone |
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You're a screaming gun, yeah |
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Gun, yeah |
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Gun, yeah |
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Gun, yeah |
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Well, you run from your reasons as you slip on your soul |
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Now you're keeping a hold of something you've never known |
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Yeah you're tied in your mind, hangin' lifeless inside, yeah |
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You're dyin' alone, you should've known it'd be cold, yeah |
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Cold, yeah |
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Cold, yeah |
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Now you know you're alone |
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You're a screaming gun, yeah |
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Gun, yeah |
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Gun, yeah |
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Gun, yeah |
