| Give me back my smoking pistol
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| I feel lost so far from home
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| Give me back my smoking pistol
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| I’ve got problems of my own
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| I gave you wreaths of gold and silver
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| Rest those laurels on your head
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| Laid you out on sheets of linen
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| But rest assured you’re far from dead
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| Lay down softly on the left side of my bed
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| Speak softly
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| Oh so softly as the moon light turns blood red
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| Give me back my smoking pistol
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| So I won’t be all alone
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| Give me back my smoking pistol
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| I’ve got problems of my own
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| Home is where
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| Home is where
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| Home is where
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| Home is where
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| You find it
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| Home is where
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| Home is where
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| We hide it
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| We hide it
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| I gave you diamonds
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| I gave you emeralds
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| Weight you down with precious stones
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| Little finger on the trigger
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| Took you down off of your throne
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| Now I am so alone
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| Now I am so alone
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| Lay down slowly on the right side of my bed
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| Whisper softly, oh so softly
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| Shots ring out inside my head
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| I took you in my arms
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| The night was raining lead
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| Kissed you gently, oh so gently
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| For the time we had was spent
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| Home is where
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| Home is where
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| Home is where
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| Home is where
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| You find it
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| Home is where
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| We hide it
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| We hide it
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| Home is where
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| Home is where |