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• See me comin to town with my soul
  Straight down out of the world with my fingers
  Holding onto the devil I know
  All my troubles'll hang on your trigger
  Take your eyes and your mind from the road
  Shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming
  Don't forget to pick up what you sow
  Talking trash to the garbage around you
  
  See me kickin the door with my boots
  Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
  Snakes and bones in the back of your room
  Handing out a confection of venom
  Heaven's drunk from the poison you use
  Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
  Now I see it's a comfort to you
  Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
  
  I won't give up that ghost
  It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
  The good in us is all we know
  There's too much left to taste that's bitter
  

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