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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGone Shootin
Feel the pressure rise, hear the whistle blowFound a ticket of a roller chord that I don't knowPacked your heart in a travelling bag and never said bye byeSomething missing in the neighbourhoodAll the crying eyes(Do a favourite tune?)Gone shootin'My baby's gone shootin'Rub the soap around like a second skinBacked a favourite nag but she could never winI took your number in another town, she took another pillShe was running in overdrive, up until my overkillShe never made it past the bedroom doorWhat was she aiming for?Gone shootin'She's gone, gone gone goneGone shootin'My baby's gone shootin'I'm gonna have to get a gunLook out, look outShe sure is loadedI used to love her so
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