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You took it for granted, you thought |
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I would leave |
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Your friends were in the bar, you picked a fight |
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You never expected that |
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I was protected |
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You never saw the danger in your sight |
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In shock, your friends all around you |
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See you lying in a pool of red |
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It's quiet, the bar becomes silent |
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They can't accept the fact that you're dead |
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Rednecks, your friends all started crying |
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Too bad they never realized |
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Justice, my shotgun justice left you paralyzed |
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You thought |
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I had left but |
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I went to my car |
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I came back with my shotgun too |
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Returned in a minute, |
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I fired my rounds |
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And now there's nothing left of you |
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I never look for trouble, but if trouble comes around |
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I've got the shortest fuse of any psychopath in town |
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You should't talk to strangers, there might be a price to pay |
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Too late to change your attitude you just got blown away |
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Itchy trigger, finger |
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I reacted instantly |
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No one else will have to deal with your mentality |
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A cancer on society, you'll pick no fights again |
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You're just a mess of rotting flesh whose time has come my friend |
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Life is just a memory, you got what you deserved |
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You thought you were a tough guy, thought you'd get on someone's nerves |
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Everybody left the bar, you called those traitors friends |
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No one came to help you, no one came to your defense |
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Your friends all learned a lesson, too bad it come too late |
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Now they know the consequence of those of us who hate |
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You stare blank at the ceilling, you forgot to close your eyes |
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This is how a scumbag dies! |