(Dieter Saller)
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A trail of blood behind you
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Your back's against the wall
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You die of thirst, you cover in a tent
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You drank your body under
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Your gun's stuck in the mud
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And the bullets keep on flying in the air.
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Fear is an unknown word
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To a real sharp spot like you
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Eventually you will pull
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Pull the trigger
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Pull the trigger and shoot around
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Pull the trigger
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Pull the trigger and gain your ground. (oo)
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Torches light up the night
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The hounds bark in the dark
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A dozen men have come to take your soul
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Decoy them to the ambush
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Attack them from the back
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A fire from your guns lay them to the ground.
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Fear is an unknown word
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To a real sharp spot like you
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Eventually you will pull
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Pull the trigger
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Pull the trigger and shoot around
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Pull the trigger
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Pull the trigger and gain your ground.
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I know you must survive
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Do anything you can to stay alive
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There's a trail of blood behind you
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As you walk into the night
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And there's a trail of blood in front
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It was one hell of a fight! Whoa!
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Pull the trigger
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Pull the trigger and shoot around
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Pull the trigger
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Pull the trigger and gain your ground
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Pull the trigger
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Pull the trigger
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Oh, pull the trigger
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Pull the trigger and shoot your rounds
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Pull the trigger
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Ooooh pull the trigger
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Pull the trigger
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Oh, pull the trigger
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Oh, pull the trigger
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Oh, pull the trigger.
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Pull the Trigger
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Blue Cheer |