Your unhappy I can tell
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I watched you kiss those bullet shells
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You let your fingers roll right over that trigger
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And release the casings into yourself
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Making you another obituary in the paper
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The crime scene shows
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The chalk lines sprayed out
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Like the matching graffiti on the wall
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You look so peaceful and serene
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But you¡¯re eyes are wide open¡¦bloodshot
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It seems like your comatose
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But you¡¯re eyes are wide open¡¦bloodshot
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It seems like your comatose
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After ward¡¯s I kicked stones in the gutters in the road
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Knowing knowing, knowing your not going to come back
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The crime scene shows
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The chalk lines sprayed out
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Like the matching graffiti on the wall
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Graffiti
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| Toxic Infinity |
