| I’m your firing squad
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| I’m your last punch thrown
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| I’m the saint that you believe in
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| When you’re on your own
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| And when push comes to shove
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| I don’t mind the sight of blood
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| Quiet dog bite hard, my god
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| Give up on me if you want to
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| Brother, brother I’m your only cover
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| From the cold world that’s against you
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| Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya
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| Give up on me if you want to
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| Brother, brother I’m your only cover
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| From the cold world that’s against you
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| Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya
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| Big britches come cheap
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| I wear tailor fitted vengeance
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| I run the proud and the meek into barb-wired fences
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| Wordplay is cheap, I use bold sentences
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| I see you standing in the shade of my sun
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| Give up on me if you want to
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| Brother, brother I’m your only cover
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| From the cold world that’s against you
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| Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya
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| Give up on me if you want to
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| Brother, brother I’m your only cover
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| From the cold world that’s against you
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| Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya
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| Give up on me if you want to
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| Brother, brother I’m your only cover
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| From the cold world that’s against you
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| Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya
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| Give up on me if you want to
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| Brother, brother I’m your only cover
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| From the cold world that’s against you
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| Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya |