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Little Johnny wakes up in the morning
With an urge to smile at all the world
Little did he know, how much he could expect from just 3 seconds
Thomas Gene walks in to the bank
His Colt 45 did all of his speaking…

Someday, somewhere, someone will pay
But he can’t wait that long
Someday, somewhere, someone will pray
To stay predictably safe

Johnny is ready, quiet, calmed and steady
Feeling like the ruler of the world
Happy and disarmed by the light in her eyes
He bleeds and drops dead with a smile

And who could tell
He would be the one,
A broken Black swan
That nobody expected?

Someday, somewhere, someone will pay
But they can’t wait that long
Someday, somewhere, someone will pray
To stay predictably safe

So you may think life’s a funny play,
in which we all have our part at the end
What Johnny knew and understood
is that he never had control anyway

Someday, somewhere, someone will pay
But they can’t wait that long
Someday

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