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| Feel the pressure rise |
| Hear the whistle blow |
| Found a ticket of a roller chord |
| That I don't know |
| Packed your heart in a travelling bag |
| And never said bye bye |
| Something missing in the neighbourhood |
| All the crying eyes |
| I stirred my coffee with the same spoon |
| Do a favourite tune |
| Gone shootin' |
| My baby's gone shootin' |
| Wrap yourself around |
| Like a second skin |
| Backed a favourite nag |
| But she could never win |
| I took your number in another town |
| She took another pill |
| She was running in an overdrive |
| Up until my 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' |
| I'm gonna have to get a gun |
| Look out, look out |
| She could have anyone |
| She sure is loaded |
| I used to love her so |