| Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing through the
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| City streets
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| Swollen gutters, summer storms, walking wounded stand
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| To in another dawn
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| Marching in silence one eye on the time one eye on the
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| Madness around them
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| They don’t know they’re blind
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| His mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine
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| Exits the underground and enters the scene
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| And checks out the world and all the moving targets Adjusting his sights to
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| take in the moving targets
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| Locked and loaded, safety off, checks his bearings on the ground before taking
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| off
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| Middle distance, draws a bead, allowing a margin for error he takes a lead
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| He’s out in the open he’s out on his own, so far from his
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| Family, so far from his home
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| He came out of his hiding came out of the trees
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| He blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields
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| Only to find he’d become a moving target
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| He walked out in the world and became a moving target
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| Where the hunter is hunted, a moving target
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| Holding a breath still in his lungs, he steadies his hand on
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| The barrel of a loaded gun
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| His sights set on the world his heartbeat slows
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| His pulse marking the time he senses the pressure of the
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| Moment he clears his mind
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| He calmly delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream, of
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| Moving targets
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| Rolling numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies he takes them
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| Out and takes them down
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| Collecting trophies, hunting game, no remorse as they’ve
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| Only got themselves to blame
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| Bleeding heart innocents running in herds, the weak and
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| The woeful get what they deserve
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| There’s no room for pity, no space for guilt, in this
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| Murderous city it’s kill or be killed
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| When you’re running the field you become a moving
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| Target
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| When you start making marks you become a moving
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| Target
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| You took your first step in the world and became a moving
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| Target
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| When you walk in the world you’re a moving target
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| Wandering shopping malls, moving targets, High school assembly halls,
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| moving targets, At fuel stops and parking lots, moving targets In high streets
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| and super marts, moving targets, There’s no place to hide! |