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Through life's twists and turns, I am the hunted. With barrels breathing down my neck, One day this race Will come to an end. As I dodge these bullets, Can't help but see your face Across this barren tundra. I will trudge on. Carrying on through this tragedy, I know we'll meet again, And I can't wait to see What form I'll take When I'm forced to meet my maker. Moving on from safety To see the great unknown, As I hide from my darkness and fight someone else's war. Today may be my last, but I can taste a bittersweet victory In my ending. (Time seems endless when I'm hanging by a string, Waiting for the day They flip my coin. I'll let fate decide When it's my turn to fall.) Carrying on through this tragedy, I know we'll meet again; And I can't wait to see What form I'll take When I'm forced to meet my maker.
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Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 7:38 PM UTC
bullet storm.
Through life's twists and turns, I am the hunted. With barrels breathing down my neck, One day this race Will come to an end. As I dodge these bullets, Can't help but see your face Across this barren tundra. I will trudge on. Carrying on through this tragedy, I know we'll meet again, And I can't wait to see What form I'll take When I'm forced to meet my maker. Moving on from safety To see the great unknown, As I hide from my darkness and fight someone else's war. Today may be my last, but I can taste a bittersweet victory In my ending. (Time seems endless when I'm hanging by a string, Waiting for the day They flip my coin. I'll let fate decide When it's my turn to fall.) Carrying on through this tragedy, I know we'll meet again; And I can't wait to see What form I'll take When I'm forced to meet my maker.
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Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 7:38 PM UTC
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