| You get lost
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| You get nervous
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| You got frost
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| Or is that ice on the back of the snowflake
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| The dollars on the face of the war
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| First came snow then came maze
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| The radio is singing a warning, it goes
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| Don’t shoot at the storm
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| It only makes it worse
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| The winner takes the bullets
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| Put them in reverse
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| Fight piss with fire
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| You burn your hind
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| But it wasn’t their intention
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| Just to change in the direction
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| And the barrel
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| He gets up in the air
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| Drinks his product placement
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| Checks his clock for guns
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| He daydreams of vitamins
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| He brandishes
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| Polishes upon his porch
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| The radio that he ignores
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| That tells all locals 'head indoors'
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| And don’t shoot at the storm
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| It only makes it worse
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| The winner takes the bullets
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| Put them in reverse
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| Fight piss with fire
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| You burn your hind
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| But it wasn’t their intention
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| Just to change in the direction
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| And the barrel
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| Don’t shoot at the storm
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| Don’t shoot at the storm
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| Don’t shoot at the storm
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| Don’t shoot at the storm
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| He’s gonna get ya
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| If you’re shoot at the storm
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| He’s gonna get ya
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| If you’re shoot at the storm
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| He’s gonna get ya
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| If you’re shoot at the storm
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| So don’t shoot at the storm |