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Stick a gun to my head Cover me in gas Bind my hands And strike the match We can share the last laugh Together Nothings better Than nothing to lose Inscribe it across my tomb I'm too numb to care Too dumb to stare into your eyes Your enemy is mine And I'm just fine With dining alone Just fine with not shining at all I build the bridge to burn it down Down so far it erects again Watch me swim as slow as i can Inhale the water and rise to land I'm not the man I think I am Not the man you think I am I am merely a middle man A fish on land Throw back what you catch If you can Soaking wet With burning hands
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
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Stick a gun to my head Cover me in gas Bind my hands And strike the match We can share the last laugh Together Nothings better Than nothing to lose Inscribe it across my tomb I'm too numb to care Too dumb to stare into your eyes Your enemy is mine And I'm just fine With dining alone Just fine with not shining at all I build the bridge to burn it down Down so far it erects again Watch me swim as slow as i can Inhale the water and rise to land I'm not the man I think I am Not the man you think I am I am merely a middle man A fish on land Throw back what you catch If you can Soaking wet With burning hands
Mikhael
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Mikhael
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
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