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Technically Off The Beaded Path

I'm just an depressed individual
Who can't find his place in this world
They all told me this was a phase I just wish it was
It's a melancholy switchblade 
I can feel it cutting through the skin
I'm walking to with a metaphorical gun to my head
All the time crashing into itself
I told myself I would always love you
I'd give up my soul just to hold you for tonight
There's no way in hell that's happening
I told myself I would always love you
So I'm here all alone waiting for you to make that choice
But if you could be my metaphorical gun tonight
I'd be safe from a heartache for one night

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