| Hey boy pushin' on your girlfriend
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| Trying to show her all the pain you feel inside
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| Yeah and head all scrambled and the love is gone
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| And you don’t know what went wrong
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| But I think I heard you hissing something about blue steel
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| But when you talk about something like gun play
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| Let me tell you it’s a losing bet
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| But when the hammer falls all bets are called
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| And five to one you’re gonna lose
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| When you talk about something like Russian Roulette
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| Tears run down your sweet love’s face
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| I say she’s a mirror of your insides
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| And you can’t scream loud enough to let it go
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| And you mouthful of pride you just can’t swallow
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| Rips your soul like a hurricane tide
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| But when you talk about something like gun play
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| Let me tell you it’s a losing bet
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| But when the hammer falls all bets are called
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| And five to one you’re gonna lose
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| When you talk about something like Russian Roulette
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| Pack up your ego and your tantrum
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| Put it back with your anger and your pride
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| Beating up on your girlfriend
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| Ain’t gonna change anything inside
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| But when you talk about something like gun play
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| Let me tell you it’s a losing bet
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| But when the hammer falls all bets are called
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| And five to one you’re gonna lose |