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Put a gun to your head
hold the trigger
Sweat build up, tension is high
cant believe im gonna blow my mind
cant know why the hole inside
ever denie letting you entering and closing my mind
its like a game to you
walk inside never knowing what surprises are in side
walk on now you disappear cant believe you for leaving me here
im all alone in this game didnt understand
found a key must unlock this mystery

Put a gun to your head
hold the trigger nothing bigger
fear gets higher not knowing when you'll return
find a path,walk on now
hit a dead end, all hope bends
leaving you stand upon a useless end
a period of time comes around and nothing was found.
the key i held solved no mystery
felt like a jar of misoury...

Put a gun to your head
hold the trigger but let go
look about and found you there
standing there in my eye
i though he had died
but he didnt,i had lied and now i had to say goodbye
i didnt understand and felt mad
he told me this and that i told him what and why
he left mad and out of sight....

Put a gun to your head
dont even bother hold the trigger and drop the gun
over the hills and over the horizon to find a new
the sun held high and the game is over
walk on out for something bigger...