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Everybody wants to follow, but nobody wants to pay,
No one likes a show off, but they do anyway,
I was kept up and knocked down to my knees,
Shame blamed for my guilty pleas.
Gunshot,
Gunshot,
Gunshot through my heart.
Searchlights like guides, I can't deal with the heat,
Everything's imperative, but I can't fkin' keep,
I know where you are, and I never cared,
I've got ideas, but no decision.
Gunshot,
Gunshot,
Gunshot through my heart.
Yeah!
Gunshot...
Gunshot...
Gunshot...
Gunshot...
Gunshot,
Gunshot,
Gunshot through my heart.
Gunshot,
Gunshot,
Gunshot through my heart.