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I knew a man with a son |
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who bought him a gun |
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and learned Shorty just how to use it. |
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Taught him hunting and skinning |
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right from the begining |
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built himself a mighty fine killer. |
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But Shorty got picked on |
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beat on and kicked on |
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and all his classmates wanna punk him. |
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So with tears in his eye |
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he read "Catcher in the Rye" |
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and told his old man he went hunting. |
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And he felt so free |
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like his destiny |
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laid somewhere out on the horizon. |
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His heart went cold |
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he felt a hundred years old |
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and started pulling back on the trigger... |
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I think I'm gonna die today |
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and everyone who hurt me's gonna pay. |
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How could such a short time feel so long? |
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How could such a young life go so wrong? |
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See me |
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hear me |
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but don't touch me |
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you should fear me. |
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Hold your life dearly |
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'cause I'm seriously disturbed |
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that's my word. |
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Straight to my mother |
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Wayne, my brother |
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who found another one to play soccer |
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'Cause I ain't the one |
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who put shade in your sun |
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and took all your shine |
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watch me get mine. |
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Feel my love burn |
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me for my sins. |
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Watch the world turn |
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the saga begins. |
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Losses and wins |
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angels and djinn |
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dancin' on top |
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the head of a pin |
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Don't know where I'm going |
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but I know where I've been. |
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I can't hear a sound |
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I clapped a full round |
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I came to get down |
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I came to get dirty |
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I came to get even... |
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I think I'm gonna die today |
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and everyone who hurt me's gonna pay. |
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How could such a short time feel so long? |
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How could such a young life go so wrong? |
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I think I'm gonna die today |
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and everyone who hurt me's gonna pay. |
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How could such a short time feel so long? |
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How could such a young life go so wrong? |
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Momma, don't cry. |
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Please, momma, don't cry. |
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Momma, don't cry |
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you did nothing wrong... |
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taken from the "End Of Days" O.S.T. |
