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It was a bad time of year for it
Henry had gone back to Boston
The woods were waiting for me and every hour is a reminder
Oh how the world still loves a cage

And if we are anything then we are all brothers
If we are anyone’s then we are each other’s
It was a bad time of year for it
Henry had gone back to Boston
The woods were waiting for me

Get your guns cause in the end it’s really no good
if you’ve got no blood on your hands
Get your guns cause in the end it’s really no good if you don’t die.

It was a bad four years for it
Like being lonely in Paris
And we’re gentlemen no more and every night was a reminder
Oh how the world still loves a cage
And if we are anything then we are all brothers
If we are anyone’s then we are each other’s
It was a bad time of year for it
Henry had gone back to Boston

The woods were waiting for me
Go get your guns cause in the end it’s really no good
if you’ve got no blood on your hands
Get your guns cause in the end it’s really no good if you don’t die if you don’t
Go get your guns cause in the end it’s really no good
if you’ve got no blood on your hands
Get your guns cause in the end it’s really no good if you don’t die if you don’t.

Horses can feel more than we do
(So put me out of my misery)
Horses can feel more than we do
(So put me out of my misery)
Horses can feel more than we do
(So put me out of my misery)
Horses can feel more than we do
(So put me out of my misery)

Get your guns cause in the end it’s really no good
if you’ve got no blood on your hands
Get your guns cause in the end it’s really no good if you don’t die if you don’t.


Lyrics submitted by xKissxHerxBruisesx

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