I've seen enough to know
That I've seen enough and It's more than I can hold
This world is full hate
And I can't trust a heart that's turned to stone
When I'm trying to keep from folding
While the wild storms keep on blowing
The windows of my glass house out
The shards are covering the floor and
I've found out this one secret
Trust no one die lonesome
Better at the hands of a stranger
Than the loaded gun your best friend's holding
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