| Like a corn in a field I cut you down
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| I threw the last punch too hard
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| After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time
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| To throw in my hand for a new set of cards
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| And I can’t take you dancing out on the weekend
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| I figured we’d painted too much of this town
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| And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon
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| And I knew then I had lost what should have been found
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| I knew then I had lost what should have been found
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| And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
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| I’m low as a paid assassin is You know I’m cold as a hired sword
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| I’m so ashamed can’t we patch it up You know I can’t think straight no more
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| You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford
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| Like a child when his toy’s been stepped on That’s how it all seemed to me
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| I burst the bubble that both of us lived in And I’m damned if I’ll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel
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| And if looks could kill then I’d be a dead man
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| Your friends and mine don’t call no more
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| Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded
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| Breaking up’s sometimes like breaking the law
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| Breaking up’s sometimes like breaking the law |