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Gunned down
brought down
by the devil in I
and I just can’t lie
that this is another way of saying I’m not okay hey, well, what could I say
when I’m in a bloody shirt
waiting for reality to hit
but man nothing hurts
Standing guns
ready to fire
and it’s dire
Dire you don’t fire
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