Pull the trigger and you are shaking
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His life is yours for the taking
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Strum it up to life virtue
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Cut his neck and let it bleed.
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And every drop of blood,
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that landed in the mud
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Well I lost a feeling.
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Step as light as a feather
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It will be quick but I'll be clever
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In the mountains on a cold day
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You can run, but you won't get away
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And every time they screamed,
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they sounded like machines to me.
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You were numb from the grief and the pain.
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Your heart is broken;
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Blood is dripping from your vanes.
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And you will never feel the same,
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And you will never feel the pain.
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Like every drop of blood;
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that landed in the mud.
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Well I lost a feeling.
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Pull the trigger and you are shaking,
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It's him or you;
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And you are not waiting.
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Push'd him down to his knees
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And he was begging don't kill me please.
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And every time they screamed;
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it sounded like machines to me.
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You were numb from the grief and the pain
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Your heart is broken,
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bodies lying in their graves.
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And you will never feel the same,
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And you will never feel the pain,
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And you will never feel the same,
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And you will never feel the pain,
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And you will never feel the same,
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And you will never feel the pain.
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Hunter
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San Cisco |