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Put down that gun, boy, you're in the line of fire |
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Get off that corner, you're in the line of fire |
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War, the order of city life |
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Where street signs are markers of battle lines |
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Here children disappear without a trace |
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The thrills of the treasure are poison-laced |
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Scream, oh, scream, mama you better run |
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Dream, oh, dream, brother gave up that gun |
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Put down that gun, boy, you're in the line of fire |
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Get off that corner, you're in the line of fire |
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Lines are drawn down every street |
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Where neighbors are strangers who never meet |
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Guns aren't friends to anyone |
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You don't know where the next shot is coming from |
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Tears, oh, tears, better not make her cry, boy |
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Fears, oh, fears, you're never too young to die, boy |
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Put down that gun, boy, you're in the line of fire |
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Get off that corner, you're in the line of fire |
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Put down that gun, boy, you're in the line of fire |
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Get off that corner, you're in the line of fire |
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Screams, oh, screams, better not make her cry, boy |
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Dreams, oh, dreams, never too young to die, boy |
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Put down that gun, boy, you're in the line of fire |
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Get off that corner, you're in the line of fire |
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Put down that gun, boy, you're in the line of fire |
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Get off that corner, you're in the line of fire |
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Put down that gun, boy, you're in the line of fire |
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Get off that corner, you're in the line of fire |
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Put down that gun, boy, you're in the line of fire |