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Feel the pressure rise |
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Hear the whistle blow |
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Bought a ticket of her own accord |
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To I dunno |
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Packed your heart in a travellin' bag |
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And never said bye bye |
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Something missing in the neighbourhood |
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Of her cryin' eyes |
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I stirred my coffee with the same spoon |
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Knew her favourite tune |
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Gone shootin' |
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My baby's gone shootin' |
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Wrap herself around |
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Like a second skin |
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Backed her favourite nag |
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But she could never win |
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I took an offer in another town |
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She took another pill |
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She was runnin' in overdrive |
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A victim of overkill |
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She never made it past the bedroom door |
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What was she aiming for |
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Gone shootin' |
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She's gone, gone gone gone |
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Gone shootin' |
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My baby's gone shootin' |
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Gone shooting, how am |
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I gonna get her down |
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Gone shooting, look out, look out, look out |
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Gone shooting, she can hurt someone |
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Gone shooting, yeah she sure is loaded |
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Gone shooting, she's gone gone gone gone, she's gone |
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Gone shooting |
