Once I had my heroes
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Once I had my dreams
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But all of that is changed now
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Gets twisted, inside out
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The truth is not so comfortable, no, no
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And mother taught us patience
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The virtues of restraint
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And father taught us boundaries
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In honor we must go
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The vanity will colour us, yeah
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That's when I reach for my revolver
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That's when it all gets blown away
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That's when I reach for my revolver
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That feeling passes by this way
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A friend of mine once told me
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His one and only aim
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To build a giant castle
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And in it sign his name
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The silence whispers me and you in chains
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That's when I reach for my revolver
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That's when it all gets blown away
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That's when I reach for my revolver
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That feeling passes by this way
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Yeah
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And now the sky is empty
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But that is nothing new
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The dead eyes look upon us
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And they tell me we're nothing but things
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That's when I reach for my revolver (but things)
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That's when I reach for my revolver
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That's when I reach for my revolver
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That's when I reach for my revolver
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That's when I reach for my revolver
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That's when I reach for my revolver
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That's When I Reach For My Revolver
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| The Catherine Wheel |
