Been hanging desperate and hoping for a break.
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Black metal heavy till it goes against my brains.
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Why do I disgrace those things that spreads right off my face,
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All this for you.
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He almost thought he had a chance for something safe,
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But she can't let go, she won't shut up.
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(Like someone put a gun to his face?)
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Your way of crawling away, of caring way too much.
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Plus public buildings, my pistol says enough?
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Your only weapon, put on the piano I'm feeling slow.
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All this for you
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He almost thought he had a chance for something safe,
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But she can't let go, she won't shut up.
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(Like someone put a gun to his face?)
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She almost thought she had a place to hide her face,
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Like she thinks they care, they just don't care.
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(Like someone put a gun to her face?)
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[Instrumental]
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He almost thought he had a chance for something safe,
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But she can't let go, she won't shut up.
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(Like someone put a gun to his face?)
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She almost thought she had a place to hide her face,
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Like she thinks they care, they just don't care.
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(Like someone put a gun to her face?)
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[Guitar Outro]
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Something Safe
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| The Used |
