come on over my sporting frend
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bring your favorite weapon
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show me how you make your mark
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from the whistle in the wind
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through the center of the heart
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the moon is full, the night is clear
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hunting season is drawing near
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show me how you claim your ground
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pull the arrow back, take one down
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(*)
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maybe tonight
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maybe you'll show
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waht you feel behind your bow
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and maybe I'll go hunting too
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down in the valley with you
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I wonder where you hide your heart
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I wait for signals in the dark
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my aim is pretty good
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I'm as quiet as a deer in the wood
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(*)
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close your eyes, count to ten
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you never know you never know
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you never know when you never know
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(*)
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so bring this famous trick you do
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bring your arrow, bring your gun
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and bring the ache that burns right through
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gonna find out who is the hunted one
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(*)
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The Hunter
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| Jennifer Warnes |
