what will you do to turn this around
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so many behind you so many before you
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ticket in one hand gun in the other
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what will you do which hand will you use?
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came on the run and you will leave running
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there's always someone to keep you from thinking
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loving her desperately knowing you're leaving
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what will you do now with no one to go to?
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there are so many places to see
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there are so many people to be
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this country was promised to me from the start
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the kids. the park. the crosshairs find their mark.
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i think i'm the sum of what's before and what's to come
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a saint with a scope and a holster full of hope
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it depends it depends some stories never end
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but mine unwinds in seconds
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what will you do to save your own life
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drink yourself brilliant, make love to your image
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dad's on the left side, mom's on the right
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what will you do now to keep them divided?
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eyes out the window the folly of humans
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mid-day anonymous when guns find their purpose
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end of the country the end of the century
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ending of everything the ending is everything
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there are so many people in me
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there are so many women to meet
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remember me to all the ones i have lost
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the glock is cocked. the sheep begin to drop
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i think i'm the son of what's before and what's to come
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a saint with a scope and a pocketful of dope
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seven stars! seven stars! the kingdom is ours
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the stairs the light the street the blue and whites
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deep in the flat with the technicolor cat
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and hey my varicose guilt!
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Mid-Day Anonymous
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| Jets To Brazil |