| I’ve got my eyes set west
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| Just like your back pressed hard against my bed
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| I’m writing off our dead end story
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| And I’m wearing down this conversation
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| You’re drunk, but no relation
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| And I won’t be here when you sober up
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| I’ve got these friends by my side
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| And I’m leaving this all behind
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| No, I’m not worried
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| You’re just the same old story, sorry but I’m over you
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| We’ve got our eyes set west
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| So drink up and place your bets
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| Here’s a toast, here’s a toast
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| To the outlaws that we call friends
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| We’ve got our eyes set west
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| So drink up and place your bets
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| Here’s a toast, here’s a toast to when we draw
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| Aim for the heart, shoot from the hip
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| Shoot from the hip
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| We draw first blood
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| To make you a man (or a bodybag)
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| Ten paces on my count
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| I’ve got these friends by my side
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| And I’m leaving this all behind
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| No, I’m not worried
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| You’re just the same old story, sorry but I’m over you
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| We’ve got our eyes set west
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| So drink up and place your bets
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| Here’s a toast, here’s a toast
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| To the outlaws that we call friends
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| We’ve got our eyes set west
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| So drink up and place your bets
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| Here’s a toast, here’s a toast to when we draw
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| Aim for the heart, shoot from the hip
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| Bullets in the back you never had
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| And I’ve still got my friends
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| And another for the back of your head
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| Bullets in the back you never had
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| And I’ve still got my friends
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| And another one for…
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| We’ve got our eyes set west
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| So drink up and place your bets
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| Here’s a toast, here’s a toast
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| To the outlaws that we call friends
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| We’ve got our eyes set west
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| So drink up and place your bets
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| Here’s a toast, here’s a toast to when we draw
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| Aim for the heart
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| To when we draw — shoot from the hip |