| Half cocked and fully loaded
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| Not even trying to sugar coat it
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| You’re aimed to me
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| But you’re shootin' blanks
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| And it doesn’t hurt thanks but no thanks
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| But it’s a matter of time
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| Till you get yours, and I get mine
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| It might not be me
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| But you’re gonna answer to
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| Somebody — Revolver
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| You’ve got one foot in your mouth
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| And one foot in the grave
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| You were diggin' a hole
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| And now you’re diggin' a cave
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| But it’s not gonna be so funny anymore
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| By the time you wake up
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| Sobered up and sore
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| But it’s a matter of time
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| Till you get yours, and I get mine
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| It might not be me
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| But you’re gonna answer to
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| Somebody — Revolver
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| I left my comebacks at the door
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| I didn’t know what I was in for
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| You’re deeper than you’ve
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| Ever been before
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| You’re deeper than you’ve
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| Ever been before
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| You’ve got one foot in your mouth
|
| And one foot in the grave
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| You were diggin' a hole
|
| And now you’re diggin' a cave
|
| But it’s a matter of time
|
| Till you get yours, and I get mine
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| It might not be me
|
| But you’re gonna answer to
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| Somebody — Revolver
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| Revolver |