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Camp Howard - Low Calibre Lyrics

Run
This blade across my throat
The one that burns your eyes
The one that fed this goat

Maybe someday
I won’t have to pretend
That I’m having the time of my life
And I don’t want it to end

Face
The memory fades away
Hate
That I can’t escape this fate

Hun
Keep your arms around
Bake my bread and only find myself
In the summer youth

I don’t believe you
I know I misbehave
In the living room brains are hanging high
Off a low calibre gun

Face
The memory fades away
Hate
That I can’t escape this fate