Feel the pressure rise Hear the whistle blow Bought a ticket of her own accord Yeah to I don't know Packed her heart in her travelling bag And never said bye bye Something missing in the neighbourhood All the cryin' eyes I stirred my coffee with the same spoon To her favourite tune Gone shootin' My baby's gone shootin' Wrap herself around Like a second skin Backed her favourite nag But she could never win I took her number in another town She took another pill She was 'runnin' in' on overdrive A victim of overkill She never made it past the bedroom door What was she aiming for? Gone shootin' She's gone, gone gone gone (solo)
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