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LAGWAGON
You jump in front of the bullet The family put you to it You might survive the first thousand shots Back to the end of the line You hold the will to survive them Answer to those you have failed Time to clean your room and show you are able to stop Beating yourself down You've arrived A wealth of respect, a world of a regard You've always belonged You have to go on I just want you to feel the gun in your hand You used to hold aspiration You couldn't see the limitations Even in your youth you were unsurpassed But driven by grief and it couldn't last Sometimes promise, Sometimes goodbye Confessed to all through bloodshot eyes I just want you to feel the gun in your hand It only breakds you untill you get off I'm not gonna watch you kill yourself to live It's all so average until you get off I'm not gonna wait here until the body's cold I just want you to feel the gun in your hand
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