| That man I shot, He was trying to kill me
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| He was trying to kill me He was trying to kill me
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| That man I shot I didn’t know him
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| I was just doing my job, maybe so was he
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| That man I shot, I was in his homeland
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| I was there to help him but he didn’t want me there
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| I did not hate him, I still don’t hate him
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| He was trying to kill me and I had to take him down
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| That man I shot, I still can see him
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| When I should be sleeping, tossing and turning
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| He’s looking at me, eyes looking through me
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| Break out in cold sweats when I see him standing there
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| That man I shot, shot not in anger
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| There’s no denying it was in self-defense
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| But when I close my eyes, I still can see him
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| I feel his last breath in the calm dead of night
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| That man I shot, He was trying to kill me
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| He was trying to kill me, He was trying to kill me
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| Sometimes I wonder if I should be there?
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| I hold my little ones until he disappears
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| I hold my little ones until he disappears
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| I hold my little ones until we disappear
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| And I’m not crazy or at least I never was
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| But there’s this big thing that can’t get rid of
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| That man I shot did he have little ones
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| That he was so proud of that he won’t see grow up?
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| Was walking down his street, maybe I was in his yard
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| Was trying to do good I just don’t understand |