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Waiting for the Right Moment
Click click click
A gun to my chest
Rested in place
Waiting to leave a trace
It hurts to breath
So please just let me leave
It’s not loaded
Why couldn’t I have just exploded
Oh well
Another day I’ll blow it
A gun to my chest
Rested in place
Waiting to leave a trace
It hurts to breath
So please just let me leave
It’s not loaded
Why couldn’t I have just exploded
Oh well
Another day I’ll blow it
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