| I will bring anything for three
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| With a dusty smile and a loaded gun
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| You ask me again, whats in it for me?
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| Well thanks and tell me come undone
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| Painted red, our hands are white
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| I’ve never seen this place before
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| Seen through, we’re on our way
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| Through and through each bolted door
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| Driving us down for it’s chase
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| And we run any day we’ll skip town
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| It’ll never hear us come
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| Driving us down for it’s chase
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| And we run any day we’ll skip town
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| It’ll never hear us come
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| Wont you help me out? |
| Won’t you please help me figure it all out?
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| We’ve cut ourselves open a hundred times
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| We’ve cut ourselves open a hundred times
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| But we’re not out of ammo yet
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| But we’re not out of ammo yet
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| Oh now no, won’t you help me out? |
| Won’t you please help me figure it all out?
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| We’ve cut ourselves open a hundred times
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| We’ve cut ourselves open a hundred times
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| But we’re not out of ammo yet, not yet
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| But we’re not out of ammo yet, not yet
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| Driving us down for it’s chase
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| And we run any day we’ll skip town
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| It’ll never hear us come
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| Driving us down for it’s chase
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| And we run any day we’ll skip town
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| It’ll never hear us come
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| Driving us down for it’s chase
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| And we run any day we’ll skip town
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| It’ll never hear us come
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| Driving us down for it’s chase
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| And we run any day we’ll skip town
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| It’ll never hear us come |