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Put a barrel to my head and I’ll be on the ground I’ll be safe and sound Maybe I’ve overthought, I’m probably just bored I’ve given up on giving up Wash over these thoughts of mine I don’t feel right anymore Don’t move, stay real still No longer will I feel ill, what’s next no one knows Just another door for me to close I’ll lie on the floor open and exposed Wash over these thoughts of mine I don’t feel right anymore From Letras Mania