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53 lines
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Lost in your own head, but then a knock at the door.
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Put down that drink, your steps creaking the floor.
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Go and get the gun, distract yourself from death.
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Back against the door, your hands are starting to sweat.
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Slowly cock the gun, slowly move to the side,
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Slowly turn the handle, slowly open it wide.
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You catch a glimpse of his face. Your heart sinks in your chest;
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Your hands start to shake because you know that it's him.
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Just the coward and you standing silent, dead air.
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So you pull him inside into your father's chair.
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"Your mother is dead, all thanks to you.
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Her addiction got worse after you left you damn fool.
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What you did to our father, I promised you'd pay up.
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I'm going to take your life, but it don't feel like enough."
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Cold steel to his head, walk him to his death.
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Walk him down past the white oak doors.
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Walk him out past the boardwalk and your old shipyard.
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Your pistol in his side, make him pay.
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On the outskirts of town, pass the old quarry now.
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Walk him down to those cold steel tracks.
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You stumble drunk with the gun in his back.
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"Now get down on your knees on the tracks where you shamed me.
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But this time, the dodge ain't going to end so pretty.
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Either a bullet or that train steaming just ahead
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Is going to end your days. You coward little kid."
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You sit and you stir, while he waits for his death.
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You'll never forgive him, and you never did forget.
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He'll never see the sun again.
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Make him pay off his debt.
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Stand on those tracks, cold steel under your feet,
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Barrel to his temple. "Your rotting mother, you will soon re-meet,"
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You whisper in his ear, feel his whole body shake.
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In an instant he's got your arm, he's got your gun, you're held down by his weight.
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You feel the cold steel above and below.
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You feel your stomach tie in knots when the train whistle blows.
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You feel the warm of the blood where the barrel digs in.
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From your cheek to your mouth, you taste the sweat and the tin.
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You don't cry, you don't beg. You've been waiting for this.
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For the coward, or for death, just to see your wife again.
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That train is so close, so loud and so clear.
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Your hands stop shaking and it's all that you hear.
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Just like father. "You took him.
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If this is how it's going to be
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I would rather die at the hands of my own family."
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Name White Oak Doors
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Artist Defeater
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Album Empty Days & Sleepless Nights
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