Take away all my pride
And the sorrow will grow inside,
Later I will catch a ride
And disappear in the mist of the night
Bitterness and pain,
Such an endless campaign
But ain't it fun,
Running from a fired gun,
You wouldn't look into my eyes
Reinventing murdering with knives
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