| I give you until ten to leave or die
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| You give me until ten, so it’s up to me
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| To survive or to disappear here but
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| You think that too
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| I know you’re in my back
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| We’re both sweating
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| I hear your heart beating
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| And you feel me breathing
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| I smell the cold steel in your hand
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| You see my fears' white reflection in mine
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| The beat of the black heart
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| The beat of the black heart
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| Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
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| The beat of the black heart
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| Well it’s decided, 10 steps
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| Heavy breathing, sweaty palms
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| Chose my weapon, heel-to-heel
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| Standing on the same line
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| My enemy is my pride, my armor is a lie
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| Only 9 steps left, and nowhere for me to hide
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| So I shoot you when the countdown’s done
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| Point my weapon at you, and I know you’re going down
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| It’s ironic
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| I don’t remember what is going on
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| But I pull it, trigger of my gun is my savior
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| Shoot you with the reasonable doubt, still I
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| Shoot you just to settle our fight, is it
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| Too late to not kill away the hate, open up the gate
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| Cards on the table, separate the straight
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| Tell me where it leads us, what it means, and reasons
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| What I’m here for
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| The beat of the black heart
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| The beat of the black heart
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| Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
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| The beat of the black heart
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| I turn my mind to my game
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| And you left me hanging
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| Put all my faith in this duel
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| God, don’t leave me hanging
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| With only a black heart left to the one that’s standing
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| I’m a do my last 10 steps, turn around, hear me begging now
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| Already at the seventh step and I can’t accept
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| That the future is far behind
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| Yes, I know the dawn is not enough to warm
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| Our regrets and our lack of humbleness
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| Only a few meters, dry, pale, dirty, pathetic where butterflies
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| And birds are singing our stupid dead march
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| Our ghastly countdown
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| I turn my mind to my game
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| And you left me hanging
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| Put all my faith in this duel
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| God, don’t leave me hanging
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| With only a black heart left to the one that’s standing
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| I’m a do my last 10 steps, turn around, hear me begging now
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| The beat of the black heart
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| The beat of the black heart
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| Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
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| The beat of the black heart |