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Oh it's too late,
I got hit by the closing door,
And as I watch myself,
Reflect on the wrong side of,
My, you've changed,
You turned the corner I'll never go

I admit I feel a bit deceived
You're expecting I'd follow

Bandoliers.
To fight me, dear.

Nobody caused the rift,
We've just grown apart now.
So prepare and take aim, then fire
Prepare and take aim, then fire

Only... if that's the way it has to be

I'm fooling myself,
Fooling myself into believing you.
And all these fictionary tales you're telling yourself.
Selfish. Like a child that's never heard of no.
I watched him ever changing you,
Never find us.

Bandoliers,
To fight you, dear.

Nobody caused the rift,
Can't become what I'm not
You've always had my heart,
So if it must be broken

Prepare and take aim then fire
Prepare and take aim then fire
Prepare and take aim then fire
Prepare and take aim then fire

[Instrumental:]

Fire away.
If you must but I only came, just to let you know,
This is goodbye.

Oh
Goodbye
Oh oh oh
Goodbye
Oh oh oh
Goodbye
Oh oh oh

Prepare and take aim then fire
Prepare and take aim then fire

Cause no one can make me die
No one can make me die

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