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Bowing out
To the symphony
It was all
Just only wishful thinking
Point blank
Ranging
Clicking of the rounds
Wishful thinking
So last summer
Wishful thinking
Roaming through her head
Don't move now
Let it go now
Dime a dozen
He says
So overrated
Point blank
Chamber rattling
Inspiration dusted
Cute aspirations
Do what you have to
Nothing to understand
Ranging
Clicking of the rounds
Sinning to think
Believe in it
Dramatically inclined
He's a liar
Symphony leading up
Climax coming closer
Such a sin
Remembering those thoughts
Wishful thinking
Inside of sin
Point blank
Ranging
The clicking of the rounds
Rattling in the chamber
Explosion of the powder
Struck at the pin
Point blank
His gun
His trigger
His powder
His finger
His pin
Point blank
Her temple
Her sin
Her blood
Point blank
Ranging
Clicking rounds
Words lost
Point blank
Her temple
Point blank
His bullet
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