| I was in bed when someone kicked my head
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| Don’t know why
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| He held a gun in his hand
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| And spun it, like a spy
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| I didn’t know what to do
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| But somewhere in my mind
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| I knew that when somebody held a gun at you
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| You’re likely to die
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| He said «Boy, I think you better
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| Get out of that bed»
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| He left no doubt
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| «I ain’t messin' around» so he said
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| I didn’t know what to do
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| But somewhere in my mind
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| I knew that when somebody held a gun at you
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| You’re likely to die
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| Yeah I jumped out of bed
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| And made him get down on his knees
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| No, he wasn’t prepared
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| Because he only had one eye left to see
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| And I had the gun by now
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| I pointed at his eye
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| He didn’t know what to do
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| But somewhere in his mind…
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| This story’s inclined to tell you
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| Guns are no good when you’re blind |