One chance,
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One shot
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One bullet in the back of my head
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And it came from the bottom of your heart
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You couldn't find the words to tell me
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So you went and found some bullets and shot me
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What better than the kiss of a 9mm
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To promote the heartbreak?
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Goodbye to the paramour notes
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We used to be such a finely scripted romance
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But now you're all alone in watching me drown in our
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Last tragedy that you so proudly painted
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Oh God, how the bullet meets my lung
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Just like the love it takes my breath away
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Oh God, well now it's ended
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But the last laugh belongs to me; listen up
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This is my bullet of envy
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This mess, the cracks in your heart
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That's what you've created
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This the heartache that only you've invented
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Oh God, how the bullet meets my lung
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Just like the love it takes my breath away
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You're pulling the trigger, pacing the bullet against my heart
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Screaming the point 4 so I can have a head start to exit
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But I'll break back through with my bullet of envy
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My bitter revenge before your sweet tragedy
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Oh God, pull the trigger
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Oh God, the pull of a trigger
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Say something more
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To preach the sudden silence
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My last words before your
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Gunshot
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Bitter Revenge, Sweet Tragedy
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Asking Alexandria |