I wouldn't kill to win a war
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I don't get what they do it for
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It's all so terribly vague
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I see the pictures from a thousand years of battle
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And I think it's such a bore
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I walk New Orleans with a knife
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Like Mackie hidden out of sight
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But I'd be useless if they jumped
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I'm really not the killing type
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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I'm not the killing type
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I'm not the killing type
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I'm not, I'm not
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I'm not the killing type, I'm not
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I've got a picture of your mum
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Before the war when she was young
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She's got an etching to her right
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I think it's funny that she's looking to the left
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And it's her son
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I wouldn't kill to get you back
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And I've officially been asked
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I couldn't kill to save a life
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I'd rather a die a peaceful piece of shit-bait
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Shame-filled coward
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Thanks
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I'm not the killing type
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I'm not the killing type
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I'm not, I'm not
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I'm not the killing type, I'm not
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But I would kill to make you feel
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I don't mean kill someone for real
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I couldn't do that, it is wrong
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But I can say it in a song, a song, a song
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And I'm saying it now
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I'm saying it so
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Even if you never hear this song
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Somebody else would know
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I'm saying it now
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I'm saying it so
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Even if you never hear this song
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Somebody else will know, know, know, know
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I just can't explain how good it feels
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I just can't explain how good it feels
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I just can't explain how good it feels
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I just can't describe
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I once stepped on a dying bird
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It was a mercy killing
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I couldn't sleep for a week
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I kept feeling its breaking bones
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I heard that if you see a star at night
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And the conditions are just right
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And you are standing on a cliff
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Then you can close your eyes
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And make a wish and take a step
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And change somebody's life
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I'm not the killing type
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I'm not the killing type
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I'm not, I'm not
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I'm not the killing type, I'm not
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But I would kill to make you feel
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I'd kill to move your face an inch
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I see you staring into space
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I wanna stick my fist into your mouth
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And twist your Arctic heart
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Yes, I would kill to make you feel
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I don't mean kill someone for real
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I couldn't do that, it is wrong
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But I can say it in a song, a song, a song
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And I'm saying it now
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I'm saying it so
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Even if you never hear this song
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Somebody else would know
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I'm saying it now
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I'm saying it so
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Even if you never hear this song
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Somebody else will know, know, know, know
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I just can't explain how good it feels
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I just can't explain how good it feels
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I just can't explain how good it feels
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I just can't describe-ibe-ibe-ibe
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Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
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I'm not the killing type
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The Killing Type
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| Amanda Palmer |
