| When the matches burn into dust
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| Someone’s always gotta be sweeping them up
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| You done yours, yeah
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| I know I done mine
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| You caught a break when I gave you the time
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| Tell us now, little man, what’s what
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| You’re the one that had to go show his stuff
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| You’re the one that brought a shotgun
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| Yes, you went and brought a shotgun
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| How many times did you come back and quit?
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| How many times were you not feeling it?
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| Calling for blood with your battle song
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| I’d rather not, got my own thing on
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| I never wanted to take it outside
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| You’re the one that had to go bring that fight
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| Oh, you’re the one that brought a shotgun
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| You went and brought a shotgun
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| You’re the one that brought a shotgun
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| Yeah, you went and brought a shotgun
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| Another year comes
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| Another year comes
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| But nothing’s gonna stop it
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| Nothing’s gonna stop it
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| Another year comes
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| Another year comes
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| And nothing gonna stop it
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| Nothing gonna stop it, oh
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| I shoot straight, my words elemental
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| Old school South Side like Rock and Roll Rentals
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| Back when we couldn’t afford the Continental
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| You and me dreaming 'bout full medical and dental
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| I never wanted to take it outside
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| Then you brought what you did to the fight
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| You’re the one that brought a shotgun
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| Yes, you went and brought a shotgun
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| You’re the one that brought a shotgun
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| You’re the one that made it no fun
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| You’re the one that brought a shotgun
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| Yeah, you went and brought a shotgun
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| You’re the one that brought a shotgun
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| You went and brought a shotgun |