I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't I've been lookin' at the stars tonight And I think, oh, how I miss that bright sun I'll be a dreamer 'til the day I die And they say, oh, how the good die young? But we're all strange And maybe we don't want to change I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go But the gun still rattles, the gun still rattles, oh I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go

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