| It’s true what they say about guns
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| Hiding in the closet
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| They prey on lonely sons and daughters
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| All the other special ones
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| In your defense, well you have none
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| ‘Cause defense against the other
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| People wielding guns is not real
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| Did your mama never teach you «no?»
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| You can wish on stars
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| And crash the fuck out of cars
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| And still be what you’ll be
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| In a free world there’s
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| No such thing as a freedom
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| When you can live and die free
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| But we can figure it out
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| Well if it’s true what they say about guns
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| Then count me out, my dear
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| And drive me into the ocean
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| Well if it’s true what they say about guns
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| Then it’s true about me
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| It’s true they say about guns
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| Well is it worth it
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| Holding on to something so bad, baby?
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| How does it feel to be a lucky one?
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| Switchblade on your back
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| You’re a rolling stone
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| You’re a loved one
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| And really, did your mama never teach you «no?»
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| Well if it’s true what they say about guns
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| Then count me out my dear
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| And drive me into the ocean
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| Well if it’s true what they say about guns
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| Yeah if it’s true what they say about guns
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| Well if it’s true what they say about guns
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| Then it’s true about me |