| Anything or anyone for a price
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| Name a target, hit the night
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| Do you want to push your luck?
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| Do you want to push your luck?
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| You will end up dead or moonstruck honey
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| Any place or anytime, roll the dice
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| Neon hell or paradise
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| Do you want to push your luck?
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| Cause when the deal is struck
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| Do not stand between the man and the money
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| Intergalactic Casanova
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| Riding the wave of a supernova
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| No amount of heads, no amount of hearts
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| Will bring you back into my arms
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| They don’t make lovers like they used to
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| They don’t make gunners like they used to
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| From a filthy hole they call a town
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| I found love
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| I found my mark
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| Death is riding
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| Death is riding on my shoulder
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| I’m on your trail
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| I’m on your trail
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| And I’m getting closer to you
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| To hell with all that needless empathy
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| It don’t matter to me
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| Do you wanna push your luck
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| Do you wanna push your luck
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| You’ll be staring at the end of a barrel
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| Move aside, mind your business, or you’ll die
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| Even my stare petrifies
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| Do you wanna push your luck?
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| 'Cause when the deal is struck
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| Do not stand between the man and the money
|
| Intergalactic Casanova
|
| Riding the wave of a supernova
|
| No amount of heads, no amount of hearts
|
| Will bring you back into my arms
|
| They don’t make lovers like they used to
|
| They don’t make gunners like they used to
|
| From a filthy hole they call a town
|
| I found love
|
| I found my mark
|
| Death is riding
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| Death is riding on my shoulder
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| I’m on your trail
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| I’m on your trail
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| And I’m getting closer to you
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| Death is riding
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| Death is riding on my shoulder
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| I’m on your trail
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| I’m on your trail
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| And I’m getting closer to you |