There are two guns in my hands,
Each with a bullet inside,
One facing them,
One up at my chin,
The bullet I speak of,
Isn't there at all,
But being put in mine,
By those who I thought,
Would take the guns away,
But i was wrong,
there are two guns in my hands,
One at them,
On up at my chin,
The people sit there and watch,
Waiting to see the end of me,
Well i guess its my time,
Goodbye
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