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One, two, ready |
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Here we go |
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It ain't the gun |
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It's the man behind the trigger |
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Gets blood on his fingers |
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And runs |
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It ain't the lie |
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It's the way that the truth is denied |
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But if there is one thing that I'm guilty of |
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It's loving and giving when you take too much |
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If somebody asked how we died |
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Please look them straight in the eye |
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Call it suicide |
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Don't fabricate |
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Just tell them babe |
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It was suicide |
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Don't sugarcoat it |
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Just let them know |
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It ain't the knife |
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It's the way that you use it |
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How you abuse it in fights |
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It ain't about the life |
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You feel you were given |
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As long as you're living it right |
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If there is one thing that I'm guilty of |
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It's loving and giving when you take too much |
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If somebody asked how we died |
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Oh, you look them straight in the eye |
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Call it suicide |
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Don't fabricate |
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Just tell them babe |
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It was suicide |
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Don't sugarcoat it |
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Just let them know |
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You've been killing me softly |
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And finally the pain is too much |
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And I'm all out of whisky |
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To soak up the damage you've done |
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If there's anything I'm guilty of |
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It's loving you too much |
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If anybody asks how we died |
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Call it suicide |
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Don't fabricate |
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Just tell them babe |
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It was suicide |
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Don't sugarcoat it |
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Just let them know |
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Call it suicide |
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Don't fabricate |
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Just tell them babe |
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It was suicide |
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Don't sugarcoat it |
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Just let them know |
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Oh baby |
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Just let them know |
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Just |
