I'm out of my senses
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I'll only smile
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The night I meet the man with the gun
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Not that I'd be defenceless
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but I don't think I'll fight
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The night I meet the man with the gun
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Maybe I'll say What kept you?
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I knew you would come
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I somehow didn't expect to
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Be spared for so long
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Was it a whim of fortune
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Or was I hard to find
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What's the routine of a man with a gun
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Was it a kind of torture
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Have you been out of town
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What is like to a man with a gun
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Maybe I'm glad to see you
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It's hard to believe
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but standing here beside you
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is such a relief
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This is gonna hurt me
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I do know why you've come
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but I got this feeling
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that it's already been done
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The man with the gun
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| Stina Nordenstam |
