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I was in bed when someone kicked my head |
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Don't know why |
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He held a gun in his hand |
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And spun it, like a spy |
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I didn't know what to do |
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But somewhere in my mind |
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I knew that when somebody held a gun at you |
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You're likely to die |
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He said "Boy, I think you better |
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Get out of that bed" |
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He left no doubt |
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"I ain't messin' around" so he said |
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I didn't know what to do |
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But somewhere in my mind |
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I knew that when somebody held a gun at you |
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You're likely to die |
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Yeah I jumped out of bed |
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And made him get down on his knees |
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No, he wasn't prepared |
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Because he only had one eye left to see |
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And I had the gun by now |
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I pointed at his eye |
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He didn't know what to do |
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But somewhere in his mind... |
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This story's inclined to tell you |
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Guns are no good when you're blind |
