| So that man just jumped up pumping
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| From behind like it was nothing
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| Firing shots for glory stories
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| War head gone down in glory
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| Southern boots astompin on a six string
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| Black tooth put the Jaeger in the whisky
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| Watched you go in the shape of a blood spill
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| Shot down in the great southern trend kill
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| Felt my blood start moving pushing
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| But Nate your fate was soon behind
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| This was no medication
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| This was no medication
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| How was this medication
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| This was no medication
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| How was this medication
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| You overnight frustration
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| You overnight frustration
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| How some they get sensation
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| Just to strut their pretty face
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| God, no
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| God, no!
|
| So that man just jumped up pumping
|
| From behind like it was nothing
|
| Watched you go in the shape of a blood spill
|
| Shot down in the great southern trend kill
|
| Felt my blood start moving pushing
|
| But Nate your fate was soon behind
|
| This was no medication
|
| This was no medication
|
| How was this medication
|
| This was no medication
|
| How was this medication
|
| You overnight frustration
|
| You overnight frustration
|
| How some they get sensation
|
| Just to strut their pretty face
|
| God, no
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| God, no!
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| I remember the times
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| When we were drinking
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| Now you’re not around
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| And it’s got me thinking
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| Me and this bottle
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| Are empty inside |