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Carrying a loaded gun through a cemetery walking to your doom
Look on through the window and see the blank faces in you room
They give you hateful looks for all the hateful choices you chose
Lift you hand, try to pull the trigger look at them and they froze
Now, pull the trigger
Pull the trigger
I promise it will be fun
Their killing you on the inside
So pull the damn trigger and run.
Look on through the window and see the blank faces in you room
They give you hateful looks for all the hateful choices you chose
Lift you hand, try to pull the trigger look at them and they froze
Now, pull the trigger
Pull the trigger
I promise it will be fun
Their killing you on the inside
So pull the damn trigger and run.
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