| I was all alone with the scent of a bone
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| And my heart was stuck in this emptiness zone
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| I had not a care, though I wanted to hear
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| The voice of a maiden who was playing down there
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| At the rifle range, I lost my heart
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| At the rifle range, I could not start
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| At the rifle range, she left me so hot
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| At the rifle range
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| Like a victim of truce I was strung on a noose
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| Cracking at the news of a prey let loose
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| I turned around to stare at the face she would wear
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| And I ran through the gallows, her heart was down there
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| At the rifle range, I lost my heart
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| At the rifle range, I could not start
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| At the rifle range, I heard a shot
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| At the rifle range
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| If I lose my head, we’ll be certainly dead
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| With visions of acid, how I wish they bled
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| The drummings of fear cause they’re getting so near
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| And I think of a lion who was devoured down there
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| Yeah yeah yeah!
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| At the rifle range, I lost my heart
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| At the rifle range, I could not start
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| At the rifle range, I heard a shot
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| At the rifle range, she left me so hot
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| At the rifle range
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| Bang bang! |
| At the rifle range
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| Bang bang! |
| At the rifle range, bang bang |