| White smoke needle hitting red tonight
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| Black mascara on some angel eyes
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| Werewolf moon through the windshield rising
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| Got the free flags flying
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| Clocked out, cashed in, topped the tank
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| Snake skin sweaters killing the game
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| It’s like the wild west out where we from
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| So get your hands up
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| Here we come
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| When the sun goes down we’re the small town smoking gun
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| Gonna ride backroads till there ain’t no roads to run
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| Gonna tip 'em back and drink 'em dry
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| Leave it all out on the field tonight
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| We ain’t gonna stop, ready or not cocked and locked, yeah
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| Here we come
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| Inhale the wind blowing through her hair
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| Universe stops all the time to stare
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| Find us in an undisclosed location
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| All across the nation
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| Here we come
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| When the sun goes down we’re the small town smoking gun
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| Gonna ride backroads till there ain’t no roads to run
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| Gonna tip 'em back and drink 'em dry
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| Leave it all out on the field tonight
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| We ain’t gonna stop, ready or not cocked and locked, yeah
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| Here we come
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| So turn your party and your radio up
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| Little too much well that’s just enough
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| Here we come
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| When the sun goes down we’re the small town smoking gun
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| Gonna ride backroads till there ain’t no roads to run
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| Gonna tip 'em back and drink 'em dry
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| Leave it all out on the field tonight
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| We ain’t gonna stop, ready or not cocked and locked, yeah
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| Here we come
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| (Here we come)
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| (Ready or not cocked and locked, yeah)
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| Here we come
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| Lights, camera, action
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| (Here we come)
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| It’s game time
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| Ready or not, cocked and locked yup
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| (Here we come) |