Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins.
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As for this face, best be forgotten.
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"Baby, baby, I've got a reason to leave.
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But I'm not going far.
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Baby, baby, c'mon, I'm begging you, please.
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I'm not the one in chains."
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"They call me Jesse James, and I own the night life.
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I drift from town to town across the nation.
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Praise the Lord, lock and load, boys.
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We go down, we go down, we go down together."
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Your gun's firing blanks.
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NO WAY OUT.
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Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins.
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As for this face, best be forgotten.
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Hell's on it's way, no one's gonna stop it.
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I wear the suit, no one's gonna top it.
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It's Pretty Hard To Beat The King
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| Drop Dead, Gorgeous |
