Hey boy pushin' on your girlfriend
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Trying to show her all the pain you feel inside
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Yeah and head all scrambled and the love is gone
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And you don't know what went wrong
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But I think I heard you hissing something about blue steel
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But when you talk about something like gun play
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Let me tell you it's a losing bet
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But when the hammer falls all bets are called
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And five to one you're gonna lose
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When you talk about something like Russian Roulette
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Tears run down your sweet love's face
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I say she's a mirror of your insides
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And you can't scream loud enough to let it go
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And you mouthful of pride you just can't swallow
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Rips your soul like a hurricane tide
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But when you talk about something like gun play
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Let me tell you it's a losing bet
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But when the hammer falls all bets are called
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And five to one you're gonna lose
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When you talk about something like Russian Roulette
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Pack up your ego and your tantrum
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Put it back with your anger and your pride
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Beating up on your girlfriend
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Ain't gonna change anything inside
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But when you talk about something like gun play
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Let me tell you it's a losing bet
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But when the hammer falls all bets are called
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And five to one you're gonna lose
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Russian Roulette
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| Edwin McCain |
