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I carry A bullet in my pocket. |
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Engraved with my own damn name. |
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If I ever loose this bullet. |
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I'll have myself, I have myself to blame. |
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Bartender pour me A tall one. |
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So I can wash away the sand. |
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Bourbon's running down my throat. |
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The glass stays empty in my hand. |
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A bullet with my name. |
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Skin cracked from the desert wind. |
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Dusk makes my face look pale. |
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Fill my glass up to the brim. |
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For I got hellhounds on my trail. |
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A bullet with my name. |
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But I'm not insane |
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When the reaper comes A calling. |
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Whispering my name. |
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He sure ain't hesitating. |
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To feed me to the flames. |
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A bullet with my name. |
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I hear them call my name. |
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The lord has turned his back on me. |
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For I'm an evil seed. |
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I can't take back the things I've done. |
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I'm A liar and A cheat. |
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A bullet with my name. |
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So thats why I keep that bullet. |
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Close to my own heart. |
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And pray I'll never loose it. |
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As I drift into the dark. |
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A bullet with my name. |
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With my name... that's right. |