Blues From a Gun

I don't care about the state of my hair
 I got something out of nothing
 That just wasn't there
 And your kiss, kiss, kiss
 Is never gonna blow me away
 Dreams of escape keep me awake
 I'm never gonna get out and make it away
 I'm a stone dead tripper
 Dying in a fantasy
 Like a cracked open sky, it helps you to die
 Don't split it, scrape it
 You're screaming automatic pain
 Too young kid, you're gonna get hit
 Looks like you're never gonna make it
 Off the government list
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 I don't mind about the state of my mind
 But you know it's good for nothing
 And I left you behind
 It's a sick, sick city
 But it's never gonna make me insane
 If you're talking for real then go cut a deal
 You're facing up to living out the way that you feel
 And you shake, shake, shake
 'Cause you know you'll never make it away
 Like a cracked open sky, it helps you to die
 Don't split it, scrape it
 You're screaming automatic pain
 Too young kid, you're gonna get hit
 Looks like you're never gonna make it
 Off the government list
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 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues
 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues
 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues
 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues
 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues
 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues
 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues
 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues
 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues
 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues
 Well, I guess that's why
 I've always got the blues