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He's got an eye on you |
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And a weapon, too |
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He's got an eye on you |
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He's got a weapon, too |
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I'd like to warn you |
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But I've got to warn you |
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They are watching you |
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Just like my hands do |
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He's going to hunt; he's going to trap |
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You are the target he will pursue |
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Allow me, allow me |
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To be your muse, your rest |
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'til the end of the day |
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While they target your chest |
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They've got an eye you |
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They've got their weapons, too |
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I'd like to arm you |
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But I can't disarm you |
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They're going to catch you |
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Just like the others |
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They're going to trap; they're going to kill the young lovers |
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Allow me, allow me |
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To be your muse, your rest |
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'til the end of the day |
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When they make you confess |
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He's got his mind on you |
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And information, too |
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He's got his mind on you |
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And information, too |
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He'd like to harm you |
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Get his army on you |
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He gets inside of you |
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Just like my voodoo |
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He's going to analyze and criticize your point of view |
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So tell me you, tell me |
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Which part of war is best? |
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I heard you say |
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Your heart was pounding in your chest |
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He's got his mind on you |
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And information, too |
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I tried to warn you |
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But I couldn't get through |
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They're coming for you |
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They won't forgive you |
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They're going to wipe you clean, erase the tattoo |
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So tell me, you tell me |
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Which part of war is best? |
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I heard you say |
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Your heart was pounding in your chest |
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I put a spell on you |
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And shot an arrow, too |