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I need a gun to keep myself from harm |
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The poor people are burning in the sun |
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But they ain't got a chance |
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They ain't got a chance |
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I need a gun |
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'Cause all I do is dance |
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'Cause all I do is dance |
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In my backpack |
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I got my act right |
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In case you act quite difficult |
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And your result |
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Weaken |
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With anger and discontent |
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Some are seeking |
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In search of |
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Like Nimoy |
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I'm a peace-loving decoy |
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Ready for retaliation |
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I change your whole location to a pine box six-under |
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Impulsive don't ask why or wonder |
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Orders given to me is |
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Strike and I'm thunder with lightning-fast reflexes on constant alert |
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From the constant hurt that seems limitless with no drop in pressure |
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I need a gun to keep myself from harm |
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The poor people are burning in the sun |
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But they ain't got a chance |
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They ain't got a chance |
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I need a gun |
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'Cause all I do is dance |
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'Cause all I do is dance |
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Everybody's out to test ya |
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'Til they see you break |
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You can't conceal the hate |
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That consumes you |
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I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu |
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Chill with your old lady at the Tilt |
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I got a 90-day extension |
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And I'm filled with guilt |
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From things that I've seen |
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Your water's from a bottle |
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Mine's from a canteen |
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At night I hear the shots ring |
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So I'm a light sleeper |
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The cost of life seems to get cheaper |
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Out in the desert |
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With a street sweeper |
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The war is over |
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So said the speaker with the flight suit on |
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Maybe to him I'm just a pawn |
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So he can advance |
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I remember when I used to dance |
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Man, all I want to do is dance |
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I need a gun to keep myself from harm |
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The poor people are burning in the sun |
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But they ain't got a chance |
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They ain't got a chance |
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I need a gun |
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'Cause all I do is dance |
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'Cause all I do is dance |
