| Morning light meet the day
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| Nervous eyes look both ways
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| And it just wont matter, spring or fall
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| Theres bread to win and shots to call
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| And there aint nobody out there
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| Just a wild uncertainty
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| Its in your stride but it aint no fun
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| Sometimes I feel just like a hired gun
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| I feel just like a hired gun
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| Always on the run
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| And how it started, well you cant recall
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| Did someone push you, did someone stall
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| Whatever the reasons there was lots to learn
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| To get home safely and not get burned
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| And its all so cold and empty
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| As you watch the setting sun
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| Youve picked up every dirty trick
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| Just to keep yourself always on the run
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| And I feel just like a hired gun
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| Always on the run
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| I dream of comfort and friendship long
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| But I cant trust you or anyone
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| The scars still hurt me and I dont let them heal
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| Each ones a lesson, each ones a shield
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| And I may even love you dearly
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| And I loathe what I have to do You see Ive picked up every dirty trick
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| In my fear of you
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| cos you make me feel just like a hired gun
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| Always on the run |