from the moment I woke,
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in receipt of a blackmail note,
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and all of these curious eyes,
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a new disease of the last seen eyes,
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a live christ in the city,
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I got my black-eyed mind,
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I'm gonna poison up the wrong way round,
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like a bad design.
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It's in the way that I'm cold,
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left dealing with a famished soul,
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I won't give you the time,
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it's greed sparked in a goldmine,
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I can't view your condition,
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it's as failed as they come,
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great failures are forced into our famished eyes
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with a gun.
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It's in the way that I'm cold,
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left dealing with a famished soul,
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it's all as fake as they come,
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burn my eyes like a sunset gun.
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Your point of collapse-
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my mark of indifference,
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its all as fake as they come,
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burn my eyes like a sunset gun,
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it's not like you care,
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even at my insistence,
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its all as fake as they come-
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burn my eyes like a sunset gun.
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I won't give you the time,
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it's grief sparked in a goldmine,
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its in the way that i'm cold,
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left dealing with a famished soul,
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its all as fake as they come,
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burn my eyes like a sunset gun.
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Sunset Gun (303 Edit)
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| The Damage Manual |
