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Yeah, he used to shoot it in the air for kicks
promised he had perfect aim, swore that he couldn't miss
Wore it underneath his belt because by law that was his right
besides you never know what types of danger's hiding in the night
He said he'd never use it in a fight, he'd take a punch instead
and it made him feel at home, he used to hunt with grandpa as a kid
As time went on he started to think more and more about
what he would do if he was home and someone kicked down his door
Paranoia kept increasing
he kept imagining the tragedy
as if it was inevitable
Trying to prepare himself for how he'd feel
if he ever had to steal a life to save a loved ones or his own
That soulless piece of metal was the boss in the relationship
he bought it to keep him safe but it just made him sick
And it wasn't until the day that he got rid of it
that he felt like he was safe
no longer a slave to that piece of shit
You can own it but mostly it'll own you, yeah
You can own it but mostly it'll own you, yeah
You can own it but mostly it'll own you, yeah
You can own it but mostly it'll own you, yeah
You can own it but mostly it'll own you, yeah
You can own it but mostly it'll own you, yeah
You can own it but mostly it'll own you, yeah
You can own it but mostly it'll own you, no
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