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80 lines
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I know what you think in the morning
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When the sun shines on the ground
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And shows what you have done
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It shows where your mind has gone
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And you swear to your parents
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That it will never happen again
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I know, I know
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What that means, I know
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That you all have guns
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And you never put the safety on
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And you all have plans
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To take it, to take it
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Don't take it, take it, take it
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I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
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I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
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But I can't, but I can't when you all have
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Guns for hands, yeah
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I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
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I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
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But I can't, but I can't when you all have
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Guns for hands, yeah
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Let's take this a second at a time
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Let's take this one song, this one rhyme
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Together, let's breathe
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Together, to the beat
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But there's hope out the window
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So that's where we'll go
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Let's go outside and all join hands
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But until then, you'll never understand
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That you all have guns
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And you never put the safety on
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And you all have plans
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To take it, to take it
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Don't take it, take it, take it
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I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
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I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
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But I can't, but I can't when you all have
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Guns for hands, yeah
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We've turned our hands to guns
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Trade in our thumbs for ammunition
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I must forewarn you
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Of my disorder, or my condition
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'Cause when the sun sets
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It upsets what's left of my invested interest
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Interested in putting my fingers
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To my head
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The solution is
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I see a whole room of these mutant kids
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Fused at the wrist
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I simply tell them they should shoot at this
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Simply suggest my chest
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And this confused music, it's
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Obviously best for them
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To turn their guns to a fist
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I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
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I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
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But I can't, but I can't when you all have
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Guns for hands, yeah
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I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
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I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep
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But I can't, but I can't when you all have
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Guns for hands, yeah
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____________________
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Name Guns For Hands
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Artist Twenty One Pilots
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Album Vessel
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