| Lost sight, looking for a way out
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| It’s a good time to get your head together
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| Oh, bloodshot, don’t wanna see you washed up
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| In a hotel, I’ll come up and check you out
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| This is the call, wake up boy, you’re on your own
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| Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run
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| You feel that you wouldn’t take a fall
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| Oh, she said, «You used to be a heart breaker»
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| There is no fun sleeping with a shotgun
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| With your head back you look to meet your maker, maker
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| This is the call, wake up boy, you’re on your own
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| Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run
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| When you’re rattled and cold
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| Stoned, you can’t feel it all
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| So don’t throw it all away
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| 'Cause you never get it back, oh
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| Lost love, I’m a great adventure
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| Oh, so pick it up and put it back together
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| When you’re knocked down it’s hard to understand
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| When opportunity is holding out her hand
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| This is the call, wake up boy, you’re on your own
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| Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run
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| This is the call to arms, wake up boy, you’re on your own
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| Get out your guns, little outlaw on the run, oh |