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Once I had my heroes |
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Once I had my dreams |
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But all of that is changed now |
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They've turned things inside out |
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The truth is not that comfortable, no |
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And mother taught us patience |
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The virtues of restraint |
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And father taught us boundaries |
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Beyond which we must go |
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To find the secrets promised us, yeah |
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That's when I reach for my revolver |
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That's when it all gets blown away |
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That's when I reach for my revolver |
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The spirit fights to find its way |
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A friend of mine once told me |
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His one and only aim |
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To build a giant castle |
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And live inside his name |
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Cry and whispers sing in muted pain |
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That's when I reach for my revolver |
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That's when it all gets blown away |
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That's when I reach for my revolver |
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The spirit fights to find its way |
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Tonight the sky is empty |
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But that is nothing new |
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Its dead eyes look upon us |
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And they tell me we're nothing but slaves |
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That's when I reach for my revolver |
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(...but slaves) |
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That's when I reach for my revolver |
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That's when I reach for my revolver |
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That's when I reach for my revolver |
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That's when I reach for my revolver |
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That's when I reach for my revolver |