paroles de chanson Deer Hunter - The Gloom In The Corner
                                                "The 
                                                devil 
                                                is 
                                                as 
                                                black 
                                                as 
                                                he 
                                                is 
                                                painted.
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                sorrow 
                                                and 
                                                loss, 
                                                you 
                                                too 
                                                shall 
                                                become 
                                                acquainted.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                so 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                written..."
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                said 
                                                they 
                                                wanted 
                                                them 
                                                dead, 
                                                come 
                                                daylight
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                make 
                                                sure 
                                                they're 
                                                dead 
                                                before 
                                                sunrise
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    a 
                                                man 
                                                chooses, 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                slave 
                                                obeys
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                slave 
                                                to 
                                                everything 
                                                they 
                                                ever 
                                                said
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                slave, 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                slave, 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                fucking 
                                                slave
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                gift 
                                                of 
                                                death 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                thing 
                                                you 
                                                swallow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slowly 
                                                losing 
                                                hope 
                                                of 
                                                seeing 
                                                tomorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mindless, 
                                                stuck 
                                                inside 
                                                the 
                                                box
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                afraid 
                                                of 
                                                god, 
                                                I'm 
                                                just 
                                                afraid 
                                                of 
                                                being 
                                                lost
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                said 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                too 
                                                much
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                break 
                                                me 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                slightest 
                                                touch
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                make 
                                                it 
                                                clean, 
                                                    I 
                                                won't 
                                                make 
                                                you 
                                                suffer
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                scene, 
                                                it 
                                                only 
                                                makes 
                                                this 
                                                harder
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                deer 
                                                caught 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                crosshairs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                life's 
                                                firing 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Are 
                                                you 
                                                afraid 
                                                to 
                                                die?)
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                once, 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                take 
                                                any 
                                                pleasure
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                this 
                                                definite 
                                                end
 
                                    
                                
                                                Marked 
                                                for 
                                                death.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                breakdown 
                                                all 
                                                your 
                                                fears
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                shedding 
                                                    a 
                                                fucking 
                                                tear
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Flesh 
                                                and 
                                                bone)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                feast 
                                                for 
                                                crows
 
                                    
                                
                                                Friend 
                                                on 
                                                friend, 
                                                what 
                                                    a 
                                                violent 
                                                twist
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                left 
                                                her 
                                                there, 
                                                rotting 
                                                in 
                                                blood 
                                                    I 
                                                spilt
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                said 
                                                they 
                                                wanted 
                                                her 
                                                dead, 
                                                come 
                                                daylight
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                make 
                                                sure 
                                                she's 
                                                gone 
                                                before 
                                                sunrise
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    a 
                                                man 
                                                chooses, 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                slave 
                                                obeys
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                slave 
                                                to 
                                                everything 
                                                they 
                                                ever 
                                                said.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Conflicted 
                                                between 
                                                friends 
                                                and 
                                                enemies
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                line 
                                                between 
                                                right 
                                                and 
                                                wrong 
                                                is 
                                                tearing 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                seams
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                only 
                                                thing 
                                                that's 
                                                clear 
                                                is 
                                                nothing 
                                                is 
                                                black 
                                                and 
                                                white
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                of 
                                                grey, 
                                                the 
                                                innocent 
                                                must 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                of 
                                                grey, 
                                                the 
                                                innocent 
                                                deer 
                                                dies.
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    a 
                                                man 
                                                chooses, 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                slave 
                                                obeys
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                slave 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                reapers 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                drive 
                                                the 
                                                blade 
                                                in 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                fucking 
                                                hilt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Along 
                                                with 
                                                regret 
                                                for 
                                                every 
                                                death 
                                                I've 
                                                dealt
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                as 
                                                your 
                                                eyes 
                                                meet 
                                                mine, 
                                                    I 
                                                begin
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                feel 
                                                something 
                                                I've 
                                                never 
                                                felt;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Guilt.
 
                                    
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