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(Dieter Saller) |
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A trail of blood behind you |
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Your back's against the wall |
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You die of thirst, you cover in a tent |
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You drank your body under |
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Your gun's stuck in the mud |
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And the bullets keep on flying in the air. |
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Fear is an unknown word |
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To a real sharp spot like you |
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Eventually you will pull |
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Pull the trigger |
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Pull the trigger and shoot around |
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Pull the trigger |
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Pull the trigger and gain your ground. (oo) |
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Torches light up the night |
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The hounds bark in the dark |
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A dozen men have come to take your soul |
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Decoy them to the ambush |
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Attack them from the back |
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A fire from your guns lay them to the ground. |
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Fear is an unknown word |
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To a real sharp spot like you |
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Eventually you will pull |
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Pull the trigger |
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Pull the trigger and shoot around |
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Pull the trigger |
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Pull the trigger and gain your ground. |
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I know you must survive |
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Do anything you can to stay alive |
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There's a trail of blood behind you |
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As you walk into the night |
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And there's a trail of blood in front |
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It was one hell of a fight! |
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Whoa! Pull the trigger |
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Pull the trigger and shoot around |
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Pull the trigger |
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Pull the trigger and gain your ground |
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Pull the trigger |
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Pull the trigger |
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Oh, pull the trigger |
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Pull the trigger and shoot your rounds |
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Pull the trigger |
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Ooooh pull the trigger |
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Pull the trigger |
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Oh, pull the trigger |
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Oh, pull the trigger |
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Oh, pull the trigger. |
