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| BULLET TO THE HEAD i can feel us dying as the gun fell outta my hands and we fell to the ground i knew you were lying then my bullet ruined your plans look what i found and im bleeding guess i never found the truth and im bleeding guess i never found the truth hey, yeah, yeah, and i guess the gun was you and it hit so hard, felt just about as heavy as lead unspoken, ungrateful yeah, we got so far untill the bullet hit the head you were so unfaithful and we fell to the ground; look what i found and we fell to the ground you were so ungrateful, and so unfaithful look what i found look what i found, i should've known that gun was you |
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