| What happened to the boy
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| I used to know
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| I used to hold
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| but now he’s just holding his gun
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| What happened to the girl
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| I used to love
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| left me here with lust
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| but the bullets were just no fun
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| sho-o-o-o-ot, sho-o-ot me down
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| Cupids got his gun
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| Killer on the run
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| It’s about time you took a bullet
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| time you took a bullet for me
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| Now everything is gone
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| here comes the hurt
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| and the blame belongs to her
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| 'cause she held me with blood on her hands
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| now everything is yours
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| take care of me
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| don’t you dare let go
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| take the bullet, the bullet for me
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| sho-o-o-o-ot, sho-o-ot me down
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| Cupids got his gun
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| Killer on the run
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| It’s about time you took a bullet
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| time you took a bullet for me |