| Machine Gun, yeah
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| Tearing my body all apart
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| Evil man make me kill ya
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| Evil man make you kill me
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| Evil man make me kill you
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| Even though we’re only families apart
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| Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer
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| (You know what I mean)
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| Hey! |
| And your bullets keep knocking me down
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| Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer now
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| Yeah, but you still blast me down to the ground
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| The same way you shoot me down, baby
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| You’ll be going just the same
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| Three times the pain,
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| and your own self to blame
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| Hey, Machine Gun
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| I ain’t afraid of your mess no more, babe
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| I ain’t afraid no more
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| After a while, your, your cheap talk don’t even cause me pain,
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| so let your bullets fly like rain
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| 'Cause I know all the time you’re wrong baby
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| And you’ll be going just the same
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| Yeah, Machine Gun
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| Tearing my family apart
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| Yeah, yeah, alright
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| Tearing my family apart
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| (Don't you shoot him down)
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| (He's 'bout to leave here)
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| (Don't you shoot him down)
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| (He's got to stay here)
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| (He ain’t going nowhere)
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| (He's been shot down to the ground)
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| (Oh where he can’t survive, no, no)
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| Yeah, that’s what we don’t wanna hear anymore, alright?
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| (No bullets)
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| At least here, huh huh
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| (No guns, no bombs)
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| Huh huh
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| (No nothin', just let’s all live and live)
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| (You know, instead of killin')
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| May this be
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| Love or just
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| Confusion Born out of
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| frustration wracked
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| feelings — of not
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| being able to
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| make true physical
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| love to the
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| Universal gypsy Queen
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| True, free expressed music
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| Darling guitar please
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| rest. |
| Amen |