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Gonna ride the bullet. Gonna ride the bullet. Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah Gonna ride the bullet. Gonna ride the bullet. Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah Get on the love train. Let's get on
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Gonna ride the bullet. Gonna ride the bullet. Gonna ride the bullet oh yeah. . Gonna ride the bullet. Gonna ride the bullet. Gonna ride the bullet oh yeah. . Get on the love train. Let's get
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Song Bullet - Infinite Mass. Load up your bullet, shoot me through the head. You ask from where you standing, you must think I'm dead. Load up your bullet, shoot me through the head. You ask from
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya, yeah. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin' proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set command ya Said it was blue when ya blood was
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to fear. That's not the first thing to scare me And I try not to feel it. Yeah, I try not to feel it. It's so hard to believe it But at the end of it all it's true. You shot this bullet through my
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Song Bullet - Chelsea Lankes. Chelsea. You came up to me persistent as can be. “You’re done,” they say a hundred times. I could never tell. Had me under your spell. I fell for all your stupid lines
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you stand out But you're pushing me down. 'Cause it makes you feel proud. And you, you take the soul from me That's me, I wanna be. The bullet in your hand, you're weak. That's me, I wanna be. The
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pills didn't work again. I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm. Gone, gone, gone, gone. (Charlie Scene). Gone too far yea I'm gone again. It's gone on too long tell you how it ends. I'm sitting on the edge
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pills didn't work again. I'll put a bullet in my head. And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone Gone too far, yeah I'm gone again. It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends. I'm sitting on the edge with my
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?. We'll shoot you down for a difference. Of opinion, why? Why? Why? Cheap the bullet, easy the gun. Sons and daughters, lost and gone. Cheap the bullet, easy the gun. No talk, no thought, just shoot and
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set commands ya. Said it was blue. When ya blood was
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set commands ya. Said it was blue. When ya blood was
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set commands ya. Said it was blue. When ya blood was
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set commands ya. Said it was blue. When ya blood was
