Verse: E A7 E F Chorus: E A7 E A7 (end on F) it is the season, the season of hunting i’ve got a target on my back I’m getting ready, getting my guns out cause i’m the one who will attack i’ve got a sharp shot, i’ve got a keen eye i’m gonna take you down this time but i am a slow beast, wounded already alone in the meadow of my mind i’m hunting myself now i’m putting myself down running away from my own gun i’m open fire here there’s no getting away dear hunting myself, there’s nowhere to run four in the am, still wide awake and letting the tape spin in my head what if i lose her all over again what if the cancer kills him dead why can’t i fix it, why can’t i forget why am i scared and sad and stunned the night is a vast sea, the water is glassy and i am a pacing, sitting duck
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