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Look out ahead I see danger come I wanna pistol I wanna gun I'm scared baby I wanna run This world's crazy Give me the gun Baby, baby Ain't it true I'm immortal When I'm with you But I wanna pistol In my hand I wanna go to A different land I met a man He told me straight "You gotta leave It's getting late" Too many cops Too many guns All trying to so something No-one else has done I walk on concrete I walk on sand But I can't find A safe place to stand I'm scared baby I wanna run This world's crazy Gimme the gun |
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