I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
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And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
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And I can't stop staring at the tick-tock clock
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And even if I could I would never give up
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With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
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I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung
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And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
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Because I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song:
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If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong?
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Would you do what it takes to move this hollow life along?
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I'd like to think I would, you know I'd like to think I would
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But I guarantee that what you see is not reality
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And every time she makes a point I make a counterpoint
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She said, "It's easy but in the end you'll have no choice,
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And you know that's only just the way it goes."
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(You said it right man, that is just the way it goes)
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And the days, and the days they seem like forever
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And the days, and the days they seem like forever
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But forever isn't ever enough
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I'd like to sing a song (promise you won't be long)
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I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong
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There was a kid who never cared about the little things
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Don't even bother 'cause I'm tired and I'm sick of it
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And every time she makes a point I'll make a counterpoint
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She said, "It's easy but in the end you'll have no choice,
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and you know that's only just the way it goes."
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(You said it right man, that is just the way it goes)
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I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
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And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
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And I can't stop staring at the tick-tock clock
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And even if I could I would never give up
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With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
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I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung
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And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
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Because I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song:
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Oh, you don't know where I've been
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Oh, you don't know what I've seen
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If I did something right
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Would you give up this fight?
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Would you say you were wrong and maybe someone else was kind of right
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I'd like to think you would, you know I'd like to think you would
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But I can't guarantee that what you get is an apology
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Jump back to the day we met I never
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Thought that it would end this way if ever
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I let you down I want to ask of you
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To take it down a notch and we can talk it on through
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And the days, and the days they seem like forever
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And the days, and the days they seem like forever
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But forever isn't ever enough
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I'd like to sing a song (promise you won't be long)
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I'll try not to be long but i don't want to get this story wrong
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there was a chick who never cared about the little things
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don't bother 'cause i still don't give a shit
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and every time she makes a point i'll make a counterpoint
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she said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
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and you know that's only just the way it goes
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(you said it right man, that is just the way it goes)
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I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
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And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
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And I can't stop staring at the tick-tock clock
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And even if I could I would never give up
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With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
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I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung
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And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
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Because I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song:
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Oh, you don't know where I've been
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Oh, you don't know what I've seen
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So tell me friend: how's it going to end?
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When the shit goes down
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And there's no one left around to get your back
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You'll crack
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You'll smile and agree with everything they say
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They'll try to tell you that it's all okay
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But it's not and you're shot and you're bleeding pretty bad
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And you can't stop thinking about the things you never had
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Like a wife and a kid and the things you never did
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You're running around
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You're living a life that's empty in the end, my friend
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No, you'll take back all you've said
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Oh, when the regrets fill your head
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Trust me I've been there before
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I would not wish it upon my greatest enemy
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What irony
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Once friends, but I fin |