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I got mad at history |
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Picked it up and fell in love with everything |
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Men and pen and paper |
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Like the wind you let 'em in now they'll never leave. |
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Run from the gun don't be afraid |
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Run from the gun where the dead lay |
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Run from the gun don't be afraid |
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Run from the gun... |
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You were sweet as poison |
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Dried my mouth took me out and left me glad |
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You did me no favors |
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It was dumb and the last one that I ever had |
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Run from the gun don't be afraid |
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Run from the gun where the dead lay |
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Run from the gun don't be afraid |
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Run from the gun... |
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It was loaded with the pressure |
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Too much pressure to be measured |
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I was holding off the wrong and the right... |
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I got let down gently |
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Never even knew the end was on the way |
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Then I made my peace there |
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Opened eyes and my surprise it was a waste |
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Run from the gun don't be afraid |
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Run from the gun where the dead lay |
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Run from the gun don't be afraid |
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Run from the gun.. |