High noon, on day fourteen,
I'm standing here, hopped up on caffeine.
I'ts just a showdown, where flowers are fired.
At the people you love, and those you admire.
I fired two shots, said some words, and was through.
I wonder if it means anything to you.
Tell me, who would you go through the hassle for?
No one escapes the valentines day massacre.
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