And it's calling out my name, And it's crawling through my veins, And it's calling out the names Of the bodies in the graves. Now it's calling out your name And it's asking me: “Can I?” (Me, you and a gun, tell me when you're gone, trying to hold on like…) Can I wait for One more Or one last Accidental death threat? Can you hear that? It's the sound of the ambulance, It's not coming for you. Play me the Soundtrack of Trying to Hold On. And when damage is already done, And it's not enough, it's not enough, Play it back, play it back ‘til you're gone. Play me the Soundtrack of Trying to Hold On. And when the poison hits your lungs, And it's not enough, it's not еnough, I'll take it back, take it back ‘til you're gonе. Me, you, and a gun. You're gone
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