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Artist: Funeral for a friend
Title: Bullet Theory
Submit by: xTheWayYoucryx
Date: 12/01/2004
Hits: 65
Who shit the bullet that killed the air tonight
Without a thought, without a reason
Take a gun called hate up against your heart
And pull the trigger
It's over, it's only over, It's only over when we say
The smoke and mirrors
The lies that wind your tongue
Is this oppression what we needed?
Or what we wanted?
As we function on impatience
And our patience is wearing thin
And live a lie that will destroy us all
Back and to the left, back and to the left, back and to the left... Come on and shoot mother fucker!
You like this baby? You like this baby? You want to dance a little longer?
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