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Pool of blood all on the floor

You'll be missed? Not even sure

Every word I hear that's told

Seems to surprise my damaged soul

The things you say and things I hear

Seem to be the thing I fear

You told me once now tell me twice

What's the reason for my cries

Locked and loaded here we go

There's only one last thing to do

After my last curtain call

Pull the trigger and down I fall.
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