| Awoke when the light
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| Hit me right in the temple
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| Felt something cold
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| Touch my toes as it passed
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| Might not be the face you’d expect
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| But he’s clearly insane
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| Got me pegged in the back
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| Just need a bit of luck, get 'em up Point the gun at the eyes
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| Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight
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| Gonna take out the gunman
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| Bit of luck, get 'em up Made to run for our lives
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| Take out the knees, had to choose, had to fight
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| Gonna take out the gunman
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| Eyes huge, so little left if something
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| Cracks and clues, he’s crazy as a straw
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| Why denied, does no one care or nothing
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| How, you ask, I ever last so long
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| Cause I, I went blind, a blinding riot
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| He’s regretting every word
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| Those empty lies
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| One more tonight, a blinding riot
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| As I summon every nerve
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| Just need a bit of luck, get 'em up Point the gun at the eyes
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| Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight
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| Gonna take out the gunman
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| Bit of luck, get 'em up Made to run for our lives
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| Take out the knees, had to choose, had to fight
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| Gonna take out the gunman
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| Gonna take out the gunman
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| Gonna take out the gunman
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| I’m gonna take out
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| I’m gonna take out
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| I’m gonna take out
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| I’m gonna take out
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| Just need a bit of luck, get 'em up Point the gun at the eyes
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| Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight
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| Gonna take out the gunman
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| Bit of luck, get 'em up Made to run for our lives
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| I’m so amazed at the way we televise
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| Gonna take out the gunman
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| Gonna take out the gunman
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| I’m gonna take out the gunman
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| I’m gonna take out the gunman |