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Well, you run from your reasons as you slip on your soul |
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Now you're keeping a hold of something you've never known |
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You're tying your mind claiming life is your side, yeah |
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You're dyin' alone, you should've known |
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It be cold, yeah, cold yeah cold, yeah |
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Now you know you're alone, you're a screaming gun, yeah |
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Gun yeah, gun yeah, gun yeah |
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Well, you hold down the sign and slipping deeper below |
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You scream for you purpose as you're lettin' it go |
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Now all that you hold is what's left of your soul |
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But what's left of your soul? |
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You can't keep a hold and no soul yeah, soul yeah |
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Now you know you're alone you're a screaming gun |
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Yeah gun, yeah gun, yeah gun, yeah |
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Well, you run from your reasons as you slip on your soul |
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Now you're keeping a hold of something you've never known |
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You're tying your mind claiming life is inside yeah |
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You're dyin' alone, you should've known |
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It be cold yeah, cold yeah, cold yeah |
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Now you know you're alone, you're a screaming gun, yeah |
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Gun yeah, gun yeah, gun yeah |
