Nothing in his mind, the rent there's much too high
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Does it make him want to occupy this life?
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Hiding all the things he prays the world won't find
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Still it makes him run away so paranoid
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Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone
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Nothing in his mind but childhood memories
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Does it make him want to live those years again?
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Hair is finally growing back over his wounds
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Still it makes him want to hurt the ones he loves
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Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone
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So the future never came, while the past is just the same
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No, we both know you'll go far when you discover who you are
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Who you are
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Still on a mountain peak of anger, well
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All that he can do is yell
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To all of us down far, far below
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But we all know
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Beautiful son, without your guns, you'd be someone
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Beautiful Son
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Cave-In |