With every battle he’s choosing With every fight he’s losing His enemy’s not far behind With every promise she’s broken With every lie she’s spoken Her enemy’s not far behind
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He’s pulling his weapon to his side Loading it full of his goodbyes Holding an enemy across the line She’s pulling his weapon to his side Loading it full of her goodbyes Holding an enemy across the line