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I fill the chamber bullet by bullet |
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Hoping this time it won't jam |
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To play a round of the northern roulette |
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and leave this world with a bang |
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Just on squeeze and all will cease |
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One for the gun to drown the last line of defense |
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I'm ready for hell |
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I'm so sick of it all |
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With a vengeance I have hated |
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I hear them crows call |
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For the death black wings I've waited |
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To come and peck the flesh off of my bones |
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I oil the rope to be sure the knot slides |
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Tie down the other end tight |
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Stand on a chair and close my eyes |
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Knowing this it's alright |
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A step.. just one and all is done |
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One for the rope to drown the last line of defense |
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I'm ready for hell |
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I'm so sick of it all |
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With a vengeance I have hated |
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I hear them crows call |
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For the death black wings I've waited |
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They're hovering close |
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-Oh so close |
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They've come to drag me down to the unknown |
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Let them peck the flesh off of my bones |
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I'm so sick of it all |
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With a vengeance I have hated |
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I hear them crows call |
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For the death black wings I've waited |
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They're hovering close |
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- Oh so close |
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They've come to drag me down to the unknown |
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They're close.. oh so close |
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Won't need no coroner to tag my toe |
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Let them peck the flesh off of my bones |
