Shooting Range Songtext
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Take me,
When I was another,
Take me out to the range,
To shoot with my brother there,
A targets shaped like people,
At I-don't-care.
As we drove back,
And I fell asleep in the car,
In that way where you just stop attending,
When I was another,
Take me out to the range,
To shoot with my brother there,
A targets shaped like people,
At I-don't-care.
As we drove back,
And I fell asleep in the car,
In that way where you just stop attending,
Not knowing how far we'd gone,
Or when we'd get back,
I watched The Simpson's for a while,
And dreamed I was no killer.
I would be sorry, if I were sticking around,
But at the moment I feel sorry enough.
Or when we'd get back,
I watched The Simpson's for a while,
And dreamed I was no killer.
I would be sorry, if I were sticking around,
But at the moment I feel sorry enough.
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