Oh it's too late
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I got hit by the closing door
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And as I watch myself reflect,
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On the wrong side of
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My, you've changed,
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You turned the corner I'll never go
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I admit I feel a bit deceived
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You're expecting I'd follow
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Bandoliers
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To fight me, dear
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Nobody caused the rift,
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We've just grown apart now
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So,
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Prepare, and take aim
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Then fire
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[x2]
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(If that's the way it has to be)
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I'm fooling myself,
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Fooling myself into believing you
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All these fictionary tales,
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You're telling yourself
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Selfish, like a child that's never heard of no
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I watched him everchanging you,
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Never find us
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Bandoliers
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To fight you, dear
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Nobody caused the rift,
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Can't become what I'm not
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You've always my heart,
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So if it must be broken
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Prepare, and take aim,
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Then fire
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[x4]
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Fire away...
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If you must, but I only came
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Just to let you know: this is goodbye
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Oh, Goodbye...
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Prepare, and take aim,
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Then fire
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[x2]
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'Cause no one can make me die
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No one can make me cry
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Bandoliers
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Them Crooked Vultures |