(Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison)
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The world explodes in violence
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While the angels cry in vain
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'Cause they know the enemy is silent
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And knows us all by name -- all by name
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She's living in the suburbs
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She's watching in the dark
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There's a finger on the trigger
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And it's pointed at my heart -- at my heart
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Take away all weapons, pray for peace and truth
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Bury all the bullets and tell me what I do with these
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Guns in my head at war with my soul
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While I sleep in my bed
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Oh, these guns in my head
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Fear, ignorance, and anger
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Oh, these guns in my head are what keep me in anger
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I see you on the freeway
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I see you on the street
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I look away from you
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You look away from me -- away from me
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We nurture our suspicion
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A little more each day
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Somewhere between the black and white
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We struggle in the gray
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And I bargain like a salesman, every Sunday on my knees
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I pray for the world's salvation, and all that answers me are these
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Guns in my head at war with my soul
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While I sleep in my bed
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Oh, these guns in my head
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Fear, ignorance, and anger
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Oh, these guns in my head are what keep me in anger
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Guns in my Head
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| Matraca Berg |
