A two-sixer of booze,
And a gun in hand,
I know i'm gonna lose,
As I sit in the stand,
This is a sad game we play,
Russian Ruelette kills,
So just in case I will say
As I get chills
That nothing will change without me,
I had no love,
I pull the trigger and see,
You and her in love,
For the last time my eyes,
Will ever be open.
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