I'm sick and I'm tired of your face,
Looking just like a loaded gun.
Like you robbed the grave of the setting sun
And called it the day the west was won.
This looks like goodbye, I hear my train a-comin
It feels like pulling teeth
With a back that was broken from bearing the weight
Of wings that never opened to carry you away.
It's high time you were brought in
You're wanted in every state of my mind
So put down your arms and come quietly
It's not so lost we cannot find.
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