I hear your step
With your boot
Squeeze the trigger
In your revolver
And ibe dead
In your head
Guilty have
Control
In your soul
So grief (grief,grief,grief)
And grief (grief,grief,grief)
I hear your step
With your boot
Squeeze the trigger
In your revolver
And ibe dead
In your head
Guilty have
Control
In your soul
So grief (grief,grief,grief)
And grief (grief,grief,grief)
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