In the middle of a gun fight.In the center of a restaurant.They say, "come with your arms raised high."Well they're never gonna get me.Like a bullet through a flock of doves.To wage this war against your faith in me.Your life will never be the same.On your mother's eyes say your prayer.Say your prayer!Now! But I can't, and I don't knowHow we're just two men as god had made us.Well I can't, Well I
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