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Şarkı Sözleri Stand on both feet, hold my own, No gun, no way to make a mark, Impressed, obsessed with people dying, No choice for you, good deaths a blessing, Open wide and take your poison, Count your blessings, before you lose them, I might be mad about the way things are turning out, You might be dead, theres one way out Its not up, you better think twice.