Well he opened up this shop at the age of nineteen
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Stealing anything the eye could see
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Said gather 'round you people, anything you need
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Keep my name on your lips
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And put the word out on the street
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And I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone
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Wander 'til I can't remember my own home
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Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone
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'Til that bullet flies to carry me home
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'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
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That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
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'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
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That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
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Well he never ever smiled
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But he always seemed pleased
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Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees
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I see the game and the game it sees me
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We will dance until they bury me
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I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns
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Screaming all my enemies you'll all have your turn
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The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts
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The more I move on the more I am sure
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That I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone
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Wander 'til I can't remember my own home
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Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone
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'Til that bullet flies to carry me home
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'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
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That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
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'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
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That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
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The Bullet
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| The Devil Makes Three |
