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He Answered Back
I chose to carry a gun
You can't salvage anything from me
Never knew a settling man
Only scalp myself
Why follow you
No future where I'm going
Only have a kill contract to deliver
I belong to them
To find my own revelation
Maybe I can pull the devil out of me
That's the truth
I work better on my own
Digging two graves is the endgame
I chose to carry a gun
You can't salvage anything from me
Never knew a settling man
Only scalp myself
No safe passage
He damn well crippled me
Must be divine irony underneath
Week's almost up
Them rangers will be along
To introduce me to an end of a rope
This road is long
Pistol like a heavy stone
One last pull will do me just fine
I chose to carry a gun
You can't salvage anything from me
Never knew a settling man
Only scalp myself
You can't salvage anything from me
Never knew a settling man
Only scalp myself
Why follow you
No future where I'm going
Only have a kill contract to deliver
I belong to them
To find my own revelation
Maybe I can pull the devil out of me
That's the truth
I work better on my own
Digging two graves is the endgame
I chose to carry a gun
You can't salvage anything from me
Never knew a settling man
Only scalp myself
No safe passage
He damn well crippled me
Must be divine irony underneath
Week's almost up
Them rangers will be along
To introduce me to an end of a rope
This road is long
Pistol like a heavy stone
One last pull will do me just fine
I chose to carry a gun
You can't salvage anything from me
Never knew a settling man
Only scalp myself
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