| I’ve been accused I’ve been abused
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| Sometimes missused and yes confused
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| A loaded pen I dip again
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| Another trigger happy friend
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| I don’t know why I continue to fly
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| In the face of reason
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| Something inside me just clicked
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| Like a tick from an awful season
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| Under the gun under the gun
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| I’m swimming through the sun
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| And I ain’t tripping on a thing
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| Under the gun under the gun
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| I’m swimming through the sun
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| I ain’t tripping on a thing
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| I’ve been afraid to drive at night
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| I’ve been a sinner such a lonely sight
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| Not qualified not rarified
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| I persevere I give it all my might
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| I don’t know why you continue to cry
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| That I’ll never make it
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| At least there’s some truth
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| To the fact that you know I just cannot fake it
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| Under the gun under the gun
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| I’m swimming through the sun
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| I ain’t tripping on a thing
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| Under the gun under the gun
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| I’m swimming through the sun
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| I ain’t tripping on a thing
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| Under the gun under the gun
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| I’m swimming through the sun
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| I ain’t tripping on a thing
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| Under the gun under the gun
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| I’m swimming through the sun
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| I ain’t tripping on a thing … |