| Nine little bullets sitting in the clip
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| The gun goes click, the gun goes click
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| Seven little bullets sitting in the clip
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| And one won’t miss, the gun goes click
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| The TV act like they know me
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| Sorry homie, you don’t know me
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| The newspapers act like they know me
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| Sorry homie, you don’t know me
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| It’s all right, I’ll be fine
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| Just hold my hand while I die
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| It’s written all over your face
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| In bruises and scrapes, in bruises and scrapes
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| It’s written all over my face
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| In bruises and scrapes, in bruises and scrapes
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| Six little bullets sitting in the clip
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| The gun goes click, the gun goes click
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| Four little bullets sitting in the clip
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| And one won’t miss, the gun goes click
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| The magazines act like they know me
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| Sorry, homie, you don’t know me
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| The press always act like they know me
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| Sorry, homie, you don’t know me
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| It’s all right, you’ll be fine
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| Just hold my hand while we die
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| (Bob, what do you got up there?)
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| It’s all right, I’ll be fine
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| Just hold my hand while I die
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| Three little bullets sitting in the clip
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| The gun goes click, the gun goes click
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| One little bullet sitting in the clip
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| And I ain’t gonna miss, the gun goes click
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| The TV act like they know me
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| Sorry homie, you don’t know me
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| And everybody act like they know me
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| Sorry homie, you don’t know me
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| It’s all right, you’ll be fine
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| Just hold my hand while I die |