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I Was Once Possibly Maybe Perhaps a Cowboy King

Asking Alexandria

I see myself there waiting by the roadside

Laid claim to nothing but a black
bag and the attire I stand in

No name, no history

Just a target on my temple
and a hole in my head

I couldÂ’ve been one of kings

The shell of a boy of the
man that I used to be

A monkey in a man suit

I stand here as nothing to
you

Wind me up and watch me go

Lay down your guns

Cut me from ear to
ear

Eye for an eye

The glass is long gone broken

I walk this road alone

No
thanks to you

Load up your six-shot baby

Put it to my head

Pull the trigger,
blank IÂ’d figured

Put it to me, dead

Lay your guns down let me die
(scars)

Why canÂ’t you just let me die (donÂ’t)

Lay your guns down let me die
(heal)

Why canÂ’t you just let me die (when)

Lay your guns down let me die
(you keep)

Scars donÂ’t heal when you keep cutting

Always cutting

Cutting
deeper

Always deeper
Scars donÂ’t heal when you keep cutting

compositores: JAMES CASSELLS, SAM BETTLEY, CAMERON LIDDELL, BEN BRUCE, DANNY WORSNOP
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