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Like a corn in a field |
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I cut you down |
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I threw the last punch too hard |
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After years of going steady, well, |
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I thought that it was time |
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To throw in my hand for a new set of cards |
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And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend |
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I figured we'd painted too much of this town |
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And I tried not to look as |
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I walked to my wagon |
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And I knew then |
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I had lost what should have been found |
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I knew then |
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I had lost what should have been found |
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And I feel like a bullet in the gun of |
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Robert Ford |
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I'm low as a paid assassin is |
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You know I'm cold as a hired sword |
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I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up |
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You know I can't think straight no more |
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You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun |
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In the gun of |
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Robert Ford |
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Like a child when his toys have been stepped on |
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That's how it all seemed to me |
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I burst the bubble that both of us lived in |
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And I'm damned if |
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I'll ever get rid of this guilt that |
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I feelAnd if looks could kill then |
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I'd be a dead man |
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Your friends and mine don't call no more |
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Hell, I thought it was best but now |
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I feel branded |
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Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law |
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Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law |
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And I feel like a bullet in the gun of |
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Robert Ford |
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I'm low as a paid assassin is |
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You know I'm cold as a hired sword |
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I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up, oh |
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You know I can't think straight no more |
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You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun |
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In the gun of |
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Robert Ford |
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And I feel like a bullet in the gun of |
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Robert Ford |
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I'm low as a paid assassin is |
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You know I'm cold as a hired sword |
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I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up, yeah |
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You know I can't think straight no more |
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You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun |
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In the gun of |
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Robert Ford |
