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Feel the pressure rise
And hear the whistle blow
Bought a ticket of her own accord
To, I don't know
Packed her heart in a travellin' bag
And never said, "Bye-bye"
Something missin' in the neighborhood
Of her cryin' eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon
Knew her favorite tune
Gone shootin'
My baby gone shootin'
Wrapped herself around
Like a second skin
Backed her favorite nag
But she could never win
I took an offer in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin' in an 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
Gone shootin'
My baby's gone shootin'
Look out, woo
(Gone shootin') how am I gonna get her down?
(Gone shootin') ow, look out, look out, look out
(Gone shootin') I shouldn't get in her way
(Gone shootin') ah, she sure is loaded
(Gone shootin') she's gone, gone, gone, gone, she's gone
(Gone shootin')
I used to love her so
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