Paul Barker and Taylor Momsen - Victory
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Alive too long
Alive too long
With the bullets out of the barrel
I'll be gone
I'll be gone

This black blood running down my leg
This black blood running down my leg
And victory will be in the hands of the fake
This black blood running down my leg

Alive too long
With the bullets out of the barrel
I'll be gone
Alive too long
With the bullets out of the barrel
I'll be gone
I'll be gone

This red yellow faces on my set
This red yellow faces on my set
And victory will be in the hands of the pest
This red yellow faces on my set

Alive too long
With the bullets out the barrel
I'll be gone
Alive too long
With the bullets out the barrel
I'll be gone

We are not the chosen ones
The chosen ones
The chosen ones
They are not the chosen ones
The chosen ones
The chosen ones

Alive too long
With the bullets out the barrel
I'll be gone
Alive too long
With the bullets out the barrel
I'll be gone
I'll be gone
I'll be gone
I'll be gone
I'll be gone
I'll be gone