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She's ready to shoot |
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She'll weigh her best shot |
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She's ready to shoot |
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Her neck feels hot |
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She wants it to be a one-hit |
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She wants that a lot |
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She'll put a reason in her mind |
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It's the only thing she'll hear |
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She'll put a reason in her mind |
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It's the only thing she'll hear |
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Build out of faith |
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To wash away the fear |
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The sweet, glazed glance |
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Of total madness in her eyes |
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The sweet, glazed glance |
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Of total madness in her own minds eye |
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It's like she's guarding some remote outpost |
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Of her sacred little empire in the sky |
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Ripping the seams off of acceptable human behavior |
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My baby's got a gun, she's going to use it for her savior |
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And in the main time my faith has left me |
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High up in the rafters |
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And in the main time my faith has left me |
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High up in the rafters |
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If there's no mercy in this land |
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Why would it be there in the ever after? |
