My friend got shot
All by himself
In the head
Just last week
He narrowly escaped
Growing older
Like the rest of us
Will and are
I don't miss him
Very much at all
'Cause I have lost
The ability to feel anything at all
And I've got problems
Of my own, you see
To deal with and you know
That I hate you all
My friend got shot
All by himself
In the head
Just last week

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