| You woke up this morning
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| Got yourself a gun,
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| Mama always said you’d be
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| The Chosen One.
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| She said, you’re one in a million
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| You’ve got to burn to shine,
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| But you were born under a bad sign,
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| With a blue moon in your eyes.
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| You woke up this morning
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| All that love had gone,
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| Your Papa never told you
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| About right and wrong.
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| But you’re looking good, baby,
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| I believe you’re feeling fine, (Shame about it),
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| Born under a bad sign
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| With a blue moon in your eyes.
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| You woke up this morning
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| Got a blue moon in your eyes
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| You woke up this morning
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| Got a blue moon in your eyes
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| You woke up this morning
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| The world turned upside down,
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| Thing’s ain’t been the same
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| Since the Blues walked into town.
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| But you’re one in a million
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| You’ve got that shotgun shine. |
| (Shame about it)
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| Born under a bad sign,
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| With a blue moon in your eyes.
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| You woke up this morning
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| Got a blue moon in your eyes
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| You woke up this morning
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| Got a blue moon in your eyes
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| When you woke up this morning everything was gone.
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| By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
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| Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
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| Like a voice trying to tell you there’s something you should know.
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| Last night you were flying but today you’re so low
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| Ain’t it times like these that make you wonder if
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| You’ll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to the others;
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| Wives, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
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| Don’t you wish you didn’t function, don’t you wish you
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| Didn’t think beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink?
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| Well you do so make up your mind to go on, 'cause
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| When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.
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| Woke up this morning,
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| Woke up this morning,
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| Woke up this morning,
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| You want to be the Chosen One.
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| Woke up this morning,
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| Woke up this morning,
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| Woke up this morning,
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| You got yourself a gun. |