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Morning light meet the day |
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Nervous eyes look both ways |
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And it just won't matter, spring or fall |
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There's bread to win and shots to call |
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And there ain't nobody out there |
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Just a wild uncertainty |
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It's in your stride but it ain't no fun |
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Sometimes |
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I feel just like a hired gun |
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I feel just like a hired gun |
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Always on the run |
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And how it started, well you can't recall |
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Did someone push you, did someone stall |
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Whatever the reasons there was lots to learn |
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To get home safely and not get burned |
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And it's all so cold and empty |
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As you watch the setting sun |
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You've picked up every dirty trick |
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Just to keep yourself always on the run |
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And I feel just like a hired gun |
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Always on the run |
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I dream of comfort and friendship long |
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But I can't trust you or anyone |
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The scars still hurt me and |
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I don't let them heal |
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Each one's a lesson, each one's a shield |
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And I may even love you dearly |
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And I loathe what |
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I have to do |
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You see I've picked up every dirty trick |
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In my fear of you ' |
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Cos you make me feel just like a hired gun |
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Always on the run |
