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You hold the gun and I hold the wound, And we stand looking in each other's eyes, Both think we know what's right, Both know we know what's wrong, We tell ourselves so many many many lies, We're not pawns in any game, we're not tools of bigger men, There's only one who can really move us all, It all looks fine to the naked eye, But it don't really happen that way at all. |
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Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be...yeah... 
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