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Snipers Serenity


Slide home the bolt forward and down Sending my enemies into the ground See the fear in their eye as the shells go by As I squeeze the trigger of my demise As their souls go down So many advisers in the ground The pain in my eyes as I take another life A job for my country A job for my life They call me a hunter but my only game is man The best of my trade no one understands I want to quit but I'm a fool for the hunt I hear the convoy coming now There leaders up front As I center him in on my sights The round is ready to go The story of my life The bullets spray all around me now Soon I’ll be going down I squeeze the trigger one last time Accomplishing my mission before I die As my soul goes down So many advisers in the ground The pain in my eyes as I lose my life A job for my country A job for my life
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