Fire away, I'm up against the wall.
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And I suppose you wanted this all along.
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Mmm...
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It's the look in your eyes.
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It's the way you don't even try to take a step in my shoes.
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Fire away, what are you waiting for?
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Our common ground is not just a dirty floor.
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Mmm...
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It's a chill in the air from the cold in your stare.
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So go ahead and make that last move.
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But this ain't over. This is war.
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So square your shoulders. Clear the scoreboard.
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Kiss your goodbyes and take your shot.
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Ooo
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Fire away, give me all you've got.
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Fire away, there's no turning back now.
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No, the things we've said you just don't forget about.
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Mmm...
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We can try all we want. What is done is done.
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So don't pretend we got nothing to prove.
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Cause this ain't over. This is war.
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Square your shoulders. Clear the scoreboard.
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Kiss your goodbyes and take your shot.
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Yeah
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Fire away, give me all you've got.
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Oh, give me all you've got.
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Oh oh
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Ooooo
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Ooooo
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Oh oh
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Oh ooo
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Some may say that the past is the only place
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where things can last, all busted and faded.
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Some may play with nothing to lose.
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That's me and you.
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Then fire away. Fire away.
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Ooo
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This ain't over. This is war.
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Yeah, square your shoulders, and clear the scoreboard
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Kiss your goodbyes, take your shot.
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Yeah, fire away, give me all you've got.
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Fire Away
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Jon Mclaughlin |