Man, you've got a cold dark heart,
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and it burns with a guilty smoke.
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You tell me 'just give in,'
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and 'you've got nothing to lose,'
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and I guess I would never know.
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But I was damned from the very start
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and bound by crooked plan,
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then I was left for dead with my head to the ground
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and my hands behind my back.
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Oh, you want to watch me crash?
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You want to see me burn?
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Just enough to fall apart, and then
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You want to see me crawl?
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You need to watch me beg and lose it all.
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Is it easier to take a hit
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Than it is to throw the stone?
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Better blood on your face
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better blood on you the ground
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well I guess I'll never know...
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Cause it's best not to give a shit,
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and to speak in a timid tone.
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Keep my tongue to my teeth;
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keep my ear to the ground
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and a blind eye to everyone.
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Never Forgive, Never Forget
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| The Dear Hunter |
