Feel the pressure riseHear the whistle blowBought a ticket of her own accord to I dunnoPacked your heart in a travellin' bagAnd never said bye byeSomething missing in the neighbourhoodOf her cryin' eyesI stirred my coffee with the same spoonKnew her favourite tuneGone shootin'My baby's gone shootin'Wrap herself aroundLike a second skinBacked her favourite nag but she could never winI took an offer in another townShe took another pillShe was runnin' in overdrive, a victim of overkillShe never made it past the bedroom doorWhat was she aiming forGone shootin'She's gone, gone gone goneGone shootin'My baby's gone shootin'Gone shooting, how am I gonna get her downGone shooting, look out, look out, look outGone shooting, she can hurt someoneGone shooting, yeah she sure is loadedGone shooting, she's gone gone gone gone,she's goneGone shooting
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