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gotta go and get a gun put a bullet in it's head squeeze that ******* trigger till I'm sure it's good and dead should have been done a long time ago should have been done a long time push a little button send it back where it belongs i ain't coming back until i know it's good and gone should have never been done, my friend should have never been done gotta put it down before it blows up in my face now i know there ain't no use in trying to run away don't know what I was thinking, girl don't know what I was thinking nothing left but trouble if I don't act pretty fast nothing is forever, mister nothing ever lasts gotta find a way to move on now gotta find a way to move on looked for it in the mirror but all i see is me and that ain't even who I am what should i believe gonna hang it on a tree tonight, son gonna hang it on a tree tonight euthanize then eulogize won't be much love lost do the crime and do the time it's how we count the cost nails and wood, that's all nails and wood
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
nails and wood
gotta go and get a gun put a bullet in it's head squeeze that ******* trigger till I'm sure it's good and dead should have been done a long time ago should have been done a long time push a little button send it back where it belongs i ain't coming back until i know it's good and gone should have never been done, my friend should have never been done gotta put it down before it blows up in my face now i know there ain't no use in trying to run away don't know what I was thinking, girl don't know what I was thinking nothing left but trouble if I don't act pretty fast nothing is forever, mister nothing ever lasts gotta find a way to move on now gotta find a way to move on looked for it in the mirror but all i see is me and that ain't even who I am what should i believe gonna hang it on a tree tonight, son gonna hang it on a tree tonight euthanize then eulogize won't be much love lost do the crime and do the time it's how we count the cost nails and wood, that's all nails and wood
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
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