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Crush
Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed
Well, I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me
But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do
And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back my bullets
Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town
And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you
And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh, put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets
Been up and down since, I turned seventeen
Well, I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream
But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday
Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way
Gimme back my bullets
Put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh, put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets
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Gimme back my bullets
Oh, put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun
Put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets
Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way
But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday
Well, I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream
Been up and down since, I turned seventeen
Gimme back my bullets
Oh, put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets
And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues
But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you
And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town
Gimme back my bullets
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun
Put 'em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets
And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you
But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do
Well, I've seen the hard times and the pressure's been on me
Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed
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