| Gunman, my sort of star, we put you there
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| You’re all of us now, you’re all over town
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| On wrappers and cans, you’re bigger than life
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| You’re braver than dad
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| You’re a gunman, holding your own
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| You’re a gunman, never alone
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| Gunman, leader of packs, shadow of death
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| Killer in chic, never betrayed, friend of our kids
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| You’re a gunman, holding your own
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| You’re a gunman, never alone
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| Gunman, trader in arms
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| The kids on the streets are buying your charms
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| Gunman, my sort of star
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| We’re bleeding for you, we put you there
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| What would you give, you’re all of us now
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| We’re burning for you
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| You’re all over town, gunman
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| You’re on wrappers and cans
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| You’re bigger than life and we’re dying for you
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| And you’re braver than dad, gunman
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| You’re woman are dogs
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| But they’re braver than you
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| We’re bleeding for you
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| What would you give?
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| We’re burning for you, gunman
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| We invented you
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| Now we’ve got to live with you
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| You’re more solid than a rock
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| A rock of cocaine or crack or ice or death
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| Like a rock of death
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| Like a gravestone
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| Gunman |