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It’s two in the morning and you’ve got your gun to my head.

Ready or not I’m ready to run, hold tight and squeeze the trigger.

Breathless and lifeless I’ll be strife less and that’s not what I want.

I’ve never thought so much about so little thinking.

This is about control and it’s superseded sweet talking.

You’re such a sucker for a sweet talker.

You’ll destroy us all and find a way to blame it on someone else.