James, come on home.
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You've been gone too long, baby.
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We can't let our hero
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Die alone.
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We miss you day and night.
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You left town to live by the rifle.
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You left us to fight,
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But it just ain't right to take away the light.
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Remember Genie from the casino?
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She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
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The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
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'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
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They're only lonely for the life that they led
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With their old friend.
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Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
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Selling your soul to a
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Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
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Where lies your heart?
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It's not there in the buckskin, baby.
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It's not there in the gin
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That makes you laugh long and loud.
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You're a coward, James.
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You're running away from humanity.
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You're running away from reality.
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It won't be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down.
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Remember Genie from the casino?
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She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
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The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
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'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
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They're only lonely for the life that they led
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With their old friend.
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Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
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Selling your soul to a
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Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
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James And The Cold Gun
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| Kate Bush |
