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I found a bow, and a little wooden arrow |
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In a store that was full of nothing that I was there for |
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I bought it for a song I had saved up in a pocket |
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And I tucked it in my coat, like a sniper with a rocket |
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I walked around the cold, cold town, just a maiden on a mission |
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Consumed with ideas of revenge and redemption |
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But you've got to learn to shoot first |
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If you're aiming to kill |
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I practiced on a target in a park with empty benches |
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And the little wooden arrow closed on in each time by inches |
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Then one day the little arrow found the mark of his endeavor |
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And the crazy-eyed old bull, he was blinded forever |
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I set out on a hunt, with my arrow and my bow |
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Til in my sights had fallen one who hurt me long ago |
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But then I knew I never could have killed him all along |
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So I returned the bow and arrow and the store gave back this song |
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I walked around the cold, cold town, just a maiden on a mission |
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She never had ideas of revenge and redemption |
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Shouldn't've ever messed cupid's arrow all along |
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I returned the bow and arrow and the store gave back my song |
