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And we'll grip each other tight
in this desolate canteen
That sells life at a price that
I am not prepared to pay
So go ahead and shoot us
It will only take on bullet
Get your needle out
and your black cotton
and stitch us back together again
But this stitch
it will only last one life
what about the others...
