Well I had to have been programmed
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For anything but this
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And to be honest you weren't a mark I'd aim to miss
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With your ten gallon hat and the spurs on your shoes
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It's everything in me that wants to kill you
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So lay me down, I'll smoke you out
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You won't make a sound, I'll find you without
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It was a mad man
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Who put this in my head
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A virus that makes me want all cowboys dead
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With this gun on my arm and this look in my eye
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Bitch you better know that it's time to die
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Lay me down, I'll smoke you out
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You won't make a sound, I'll find you without
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Lay me down, I'll smoke you out
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I'll put holes in your chest, with my laser cannons
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I'm gonna rip off your head, I want all cowboys dead
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I'll put holes in your chest, with my laser cannons
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I'm gonna rip off your head, I want all cowboys dead
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Cowboy Killers
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| The Wonder Years |
