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I was all alone with the scent of a bone And my heart was stuck in this emptiness zone I had not a care, though I wanted to hear The voice of a maiden who was playing down there At the rifle range, I lost my heart At the rifle range, I could not start At the rifle range, she left me so hot At the rifle range Like a victim of truce I was strung on a noose Cracking at the news of a prey let loose I turned around to stare at the face she would wear And I ran through the gallows, her heart was down there At the rifle range, I lost my heart At the rifle range, I could not start At the rifle range, I heard a shot At the rifle range If I lose my head, well be certainly dead With visions of acid, how I wish they bled The drummings of fear cause theyre getting so near And I think of a lion who was devoured down there Yeah yeah yeah! At the rifle range, I lost my heart At the rifle range, I could not start At the rifle range, I heard a shot At the rifle range, she left me so hot At the rifle range Bang bang! At the rifle range Bang bang! At the rifle range, bang bang |
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Rifle Range - BLONDIE
homemade .50 bmg rifle
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