| Two gunslingers, walked out in the street
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| And one said «I don’t wanna fight no more»
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| And the other gunslinger thought about it And he said, «yeah what are we fighting for?»
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| I’m takin' control of my life,
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| I’m takin' control of my life
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| I’m takin' control of my life now,
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| Right now, oh yeah
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| Well the crowd that assembled
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| For the gun fight were let down
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| Everyone hissed and booed
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| And a stranger told his Mrs.
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| That’s the last one of these gunfights
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| You’re ever gonna drag me to
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| I’m takin' control of my life,
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| I’m takin' control of my life
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| I’m takin' control of my life now,
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| Right now, oh yeah
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| Well the two gunslingers
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| Went ridin' out of town and
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| Were never heard from no more
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| And there ain’t been a gun fight
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| For a long time, maybe never
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| But nobody knows for sure
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| I’m takin' control of my life,
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| I’m takin' control of my life
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| I’m takin' control of my life now,
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| Right now, oh yeah
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| Now, right now, oh yeah
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| Now, right now, oh yeah |