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Fading

It doesn't matter
If you got you gun to my head
Or you're breaking my heart
Either way
I'm not surviving the night

If hell is hellish
Or heaven is heavenly
I refuse to exist in either place
I want no piece of peace
I want nothing of joy or pain

So take your knife from my back
And clean off your blade
While I fade into black

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  • MusicIsMyLifeline
    November 2
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    "If you got you gun to my head" ---> "If you got your gun to my head" ?

    very nice, lovin the last stanza