Hearts of stone with faces of angels,
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Terrorize you with no soul.
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You can't hide from the course of the trigger,
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Shots in the night leaves your blood runnin' cold.
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Bullets fly over and over,
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Remorseless desires,
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They don't care if you see tomorrow,
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If you live or you die.
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You can't hide if you're chosen the victim,
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You won't be sacrificed
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Can't escape from the screams and the anger,
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You can tell by the look in their eyes.
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Shoot your mouth again,
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Can't get away from it, it's the talk of the guns.
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Get me outta here,
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'cause you can't turn your back
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From the talk of the guns.
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Lost in the race, you're caught in the war zone,
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Standing in the line of fire,
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One foot in the grave,
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the other is runnin'.
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The last words you hear "Hang 'em higher".
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They don't care if you see tomorrow,
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If you live or you die.
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You can't hide if you're chosen the victim,
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You won't be sacrificed
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Can't escape from the screams and the anger,
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You can tell by the look in their eyes.
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Shoot your mouth again,
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Can't get away from it, it's the talk of the guns.
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Get me outta here,
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'cause you can't turn your back
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From the talk of the guns.
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Talk Of The Guns
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Axel Rudi Pell |