I took two to the stomach,
They want me dead.
Guess you should've done it,
Instead of me.
Now hide where that gun is.
Don't you dread;
It's best living without regrets.
Whole world is turning,
Old friends don't care.
You find yourself crooning
At suicidal fairs.
Now, tell me, if you dare,
What makes up for constant fear?
When we are gone,
Ease comes to bear.
We sway, sway,
Between all the tears,
Coming to stay, right here,
Past what for so long was near.
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