| Bite the hand, I know she doesn’t care
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| Leave the trail, the hounds will find us anywhere
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| Call the cops and tell 'em what we’ve done
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| Tell 'em that tonight we stole your father’s guns
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| With your right hand, you saying
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| I think we’re gunna be so close
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| Let’s sing a song on our way back home
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| You and me, shooting holes at the moon
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| You and me, (on our way back home) shooting' holes at the moon
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| You and me, shooting holes at the moon
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| Take my hand, theres no one here to see
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| Push your bones against the earth, believe
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| With your right hand, you saying
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| I think there’s gunna be so close
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| Let’s sing a song on our way back home
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| You and me, shooting holes at the moon
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| You and me, (on our way back home) shootin' holes at the moon
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| You and me, shooting holes at the moon
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| (on our way back home)
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| You and me, shooting holes at the moon
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| You and me, (on our way back home) shooting' holes at the moon
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| You and me, shooting holes at the moon |