| You say that I’m a son of a gun
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| But you’re a daughter of a rifleman
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| If I’m poisonous so are you
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| There’s a reason why it all takes two
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| I know these streets like the back of my hand
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| And where I go they always understand
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| But your heart has a will of its own
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| Is there anybody out there who knows what I’m talking about?
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| Anybody out there who knows what I’m talking about?
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| Sometimes it’s hard to tell wrong from right
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| Why I get nervous of what’s in your eyes
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| They say this world was built for two
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| And when I look at you I know it’s true
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| And still you say I’m a son of a gun
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| But you’re a daughter of a rifleman
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| And this is how it will always be
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| They say the preacher he likes the cold
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| But he won’t teach you what you already know
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| There will always be sinners and saints
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| And though we try it all we’ll never change
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| Take a leap of faith, off we go
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| In this together ain’t no one man show
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| But your mind has a will of its own
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| Is there anybody out there who knows what I’m talking about?
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| Anybody out there who knows what I’m talking about?
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| Sometimes it’s hard to tell wrong from right
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| Why I get nervous of what’s in your eyes
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| They say this world was built for two
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| And when I look at you I know it’s true
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| And still you say I’m a son of a gun
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| But you’re a daughter of a rifleman
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| And this is how it will always be
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| It’s been a long time, a long time coming
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| It’s been a long time, a long time coming |