All these visions in my head
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shoot the gunner baby for the watershed
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some are live and some are dead
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makes no diferrence when they´re in your head...head
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Keep the door open a crack
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so I can see then when they attack
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some are white and some are black
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makes no difference when they´re on your back
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And I can´t stop crying
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And I can´t stop trying
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´Cause the day is dying...dying...dying
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With my eyes wide open
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Kept the sheep jumping the fence
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so I can see teepers when I´m feeling tense
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disbelieve hung in suspense
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I die down with my own defence
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And I can´t stop crying
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And I can´t stop trying
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´Cause the day is dying...dying...dying
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With my eyes wide open
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All these visions in my head
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shoot the gunner baby for the watershed
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some are live and some are dead
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makes no diferrence when they´re in your head
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And I can´t stop crying
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And I can´t stop trying
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´Cause the day is dying...dying...dying
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With my eyes wide open
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Eyes Wide Open
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Æ®·¡ºñ½º(Travis) |