theirthoughts

I must be way out your range

But when I aim it, I'ma shoot

Got a .762-sized gauge

With your name on it

So don't you ever get confused, I remember when you loaded my brain

It still aches from it

And when you caught me out the blue, every color that I saw turned gray

And it all still fades

Oh, you're such a

Such a (Sick bastard)

You're such a bastard

Treat me like a bastard

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