| How we gonna get there baby
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| No one’s getting shot today
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| I was in the streets then darling
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| Running down the alleyway
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| I was gonna nurse that thing home
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| He was gonna shoot his friend
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| I was gonna step in baby
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| Never stepping in again
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| What if there was no one out there
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| What if it was me and him
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| I was holding two old buckets
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| Water filled them to the brim
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| He was just a drunken outlaw
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| I was just a stable hand
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| If I was gonna step in baby
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| I needed to be twice the man
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| Gunshots sound
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| Over hardened city ground
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| And when you come I call
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| Like no time has passed at all
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| And this town will never change
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| Home sweet home the brave
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| Where horses sleep in stalls
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| Like no time has passed at all
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| How we gonna get there baby
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| No one’s getting shot today
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| I was in the streets then darling
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| You were in the alley way
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| I was gonna nurse that thing home
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| He was gonna shoot his friend
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| I was gonna step in baby
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| But I didn’t want to condescend |