The Bullet

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Well he opened up his shop at the age of nineteen 
  
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Stealing anything the eye could see 
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Said gather round, you people, anything you need 
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I'll keep my name on your lips 
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And put the word out on the street  

 
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And I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone 
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Wander til I can't remember my own home 
  
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Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone 
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Until that bullet flies to carry me home 
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'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies 
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That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home 
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'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies 
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That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home 
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Well he never, ever smiled but he always seemed pleased 
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Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees 
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Said I see the game and the game, it sees me 
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And we will dance until they bury me 

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So I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns 
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Screaming at my enemies you'll all have your turn 
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The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts 
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The more I move on, the more I am sure 


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That I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone 
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Wander til I can't remember my own home 
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Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone 
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Until that bullet flies to carry me home 
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'til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies 
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That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home 
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'til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies 
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That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home 

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