| Born to face the dark alone
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| By his father’s guns he’ll right the wrong
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| Following the man in black
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| Through the desert, to the tower and back
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| Nobody can stop a gun
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| Words or looks never killed someone
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| Nobody can stop a gun
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| It’s death; |
| the final weapon
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| He’s the son of the gun
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| He’s the son of the gun
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| Just the song of the gun
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| He’s the son of the gun
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| Cold as steel and twice as hard
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| Measuring his manhood by the yard
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| Love and dying are his life
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| Wears his father’s iron by his side
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| Nobody ever stopped the gun
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| Some tried now their days are done
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| Nobody ever stopped the gun
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| It’s said like father, just like son
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| (repeat chorus)
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| He’s the last of days before
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| Winning every battle, lost the war
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| Three remain from the world of old
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| As he walks the prophecy unfolds
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| Nobody ever stopped his guns
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| They do their work and the bodies thump
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| Nobody ever stopped his guns
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| They spill some blood and the world moved on
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| (repeat chorus) |