'heartbreak, baby, is half the fun-
you bring the bullets, i'll bring the guns.
take three steps, now turn and draw…
i shoot from the hip and watch you fall.'
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heartbroken singer boy croons-
emotions he doesn't even know.
he's got no idea what it's like to
kill someone with just a single
word.
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'SORRY;'
a taste like ash in the mouths of
teenaged accidents.
this isn't a boo-boo.
this isn't an uh-oh.
sweetie, this isn't even a mistake;
somebody fucked up.
so who's gonna pay?
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-
cos i don't know what they told you in
grade school, but right here in the
here-and-now, someone always has to pay.
THIS IS HERE!
THIS IS NOW!
EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED
IS YOURS IF YOU JUST TAKE IT-
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just make sure you pay in blood.
it's always the fine print that gets 'em.
always.
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'take three steps now turn and draw…'
says heartbroken singer boy, and you do.
pay up.
'I SHOOT FROM THE HIP AND WATCH! YOU!
F
A
L
L…'
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AND BABY FALLS SO HARD.

a/n: italicised verses are from the song 'shoot from the hip' by a change of pace; that song was my inspiration for the piece. x