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You are some sad and lonely figure from the salanger short storyYou are quick to draw and fast to shootOh you'll go down in gloryYou are the avalanche that follows a raised voice The dirty needle consequence of a bad choice Crash at the end of a car chaseYou are the arsenic of the old lace Your deeds carry the devastation of a stormYour marked as the day that hitler was born You are the handshake that seal the dirty dealThe s-i-n that makes families runThe screech before the crash as tire squeal The hand that moves towards the gun, towards the gunAnd I am yours despite my descent I am the spanger on the street, who asks you for a centI am the thoughts that run from the hums, I am how one behaves when no one else is aroundI am the ink that runs from the penI am a birth mark on your skin I am the sound of a match being lit And I am the doubt from which some benefit, some benefit This girl is to her country as a face is to a blemish, I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed of you I am ashamed of you. From Letras Mania