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I used to shot with my gun |
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And play havock with the stuff I had |
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God knows how many times |
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I saw my body on the ground |
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Can't figure who could stand me |
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Me and the people I knew |
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I thought my star has dropped me |
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Me and the people I knew |
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Into the blasting daylight |
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I can see all the things I couldn't see |
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I guess my soul went bogus |
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Dragging my body down |
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Now I can feel the sunshine |
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And all its creatures' rising sounds |
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Just like mono to stereo, twist of scenario |
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I will see all the things I couldn't see |
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I feel lucky |
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I feel lucky |
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I feel lucky... |
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Into the blasting daylight |
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I can see all the things I couldn't see |
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I guess we've never parted |
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Not even for a while |
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Now when I stare at the sunrise |
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At the creatures' rising sounds |
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Feel a little bit older |
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Crossing the border |
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I can see all the things I couldn't see |
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I feel lucky |
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I used to shot with my gun |
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Play havok with the things I had |
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Now horses run wild, wild |
