I see myself there waiting by the roadside
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Laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand in
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No name, no history
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Just a target on my temple and a hole in my head
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I could've been one of kings
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The shell of a boy of the man that I used to be
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A monkey in a man suit
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I stand here as nothing to you
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Wind me up and watch me go
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Lay down your guns
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Cut me from ear to ear
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Eye for an eye
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The glass is long gone broken
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I walk this road alone
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No thanks to you
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Load up your six-shot baby
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Put it to my head
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Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured
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Put it to me, dead
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Lay your guns down let me die (scars)
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Why can't you just let me die (don't)
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Lay your guns down let me die (heal)
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Why can't you just let me die (when)
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Lay your guns down let me die (you keep)
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Scars don't heal when you keep cutting
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Always cutting
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Cutting deeper
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Always deeper
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Scars don't heal when you keep cutting
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I Was Once Possible, Maybe, Perhaps A King
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| Asking Alexandria |
