I see myself there waiting by the roadside,
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Laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand in.
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No name,
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No history,
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Just a target on my temple and a hole in my head.
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I could've been one of kings!
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The shell of a boy of the man that I used to be,
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A monkey in a man suit!
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I stand here as nothing to you.
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Wind me up and watch me go.
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Lay down your guns!
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Cut me from ear to ear!
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Eye for an eye!
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The glass is long gone broken!
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[x2]
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I walk this road alone,
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No thanks to you.
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I walk this road alone,
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No thanks to you,
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No thanks to you.
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Load up your six-shot baby,
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Put it to my head!
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Pull the trigger,
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Blank I'd figured!
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Put it to me, dead!
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[x4]
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Lay your guns down, let me die!
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Why won't you just let me die?
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Lay your guns down, let me die!
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Why won't you just let me die?
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Lay your guns down, let me die!
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Scars don't heal when you keep cutting,
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Always cutting,
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Cutting deeper,
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Always deeper!
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'Yeeha'
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Scars don't heal when you keep cutting!
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I Was Once, Possibly, Maybe, Perhaps A Cowboy King
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Asking Alexandria |