Half cocked and fully loaded
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Not even trying to sugar coat it
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You're aimed to me
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but you're shootin' blanks
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And it doesn't hurt thanks but no thanks
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But it's a matter of time
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Till you get yours, and I get mine
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It might not be me
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But you're gonna answer to
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somebody - Revolver
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You've got one foot in your mouth,
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and one foot in the grave
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You were diggin' a hole,
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and now you're diggin' a cave
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But it's not gonna be so funny anymore
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By the time you wake up
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sobered up and sore
|
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But it's a matter of time
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Till you get yours, and I get mine
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It might not be me
|
But you're gonna answer to
|
somebody - Revolver
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I left my comebacks at the door
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I didn't know what I was in for
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You're deeper than you've
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ever been before
|
You're deeper than you've
|
ever been before
|
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You've got one foot in your mouth,
|
and one foot in the grave
|
You were diggin' a hole,
|
and now you're diggin' a cave
|
|
But it's a matter of time
|
Till you get yours, and I get mine
|
It might not be me
|
But you're gonna answer to
|
somebody - Revolver
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Revolver
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Revolver
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| The Donnas |
