There's a bullet in my bag
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And it tells me what to think
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In the middle of the night
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When I can't sleep
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There's a bullet in my bag
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Singing sweetly:
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"You traded 8 for 35 millimeter
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But the trigger slips,
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The shot goes wide
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By a millimeter."
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There's a body in my bed
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Telling me to stand
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In the middle of the fire
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Where I can't breathe
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There's a body in my bed
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Sleeping softly.
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Then the day comes on
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And something's off
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A millimeter.
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Sometimes close is not close enough:
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Millimeter.
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When the numbers are run
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The measure's off a millimeter.
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We run for miles to come up short
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By a millimeter.
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Millimeter
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| Thursday |
