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man if someone knocks on my door and wakes me up i grab a gun before i look and see who it is. not to mention if i here odd noises outside
my neighbors are used to seeing my head pop out a door and a gun in my hand
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And death climbs the steps one by one, To give you the rose that's been burnt by her son, Point me to the sky above I can't get there on my own, Walk me through the graveyard Dig up her bones
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