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Lyrics of a song Professional Murder Music - Big Exit

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Alba s touto skladbou: Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea,

Look out ahead
I see danger come
I wanna pistol
I wanna gun
I'm scared baby
I wanna run
This world's crazy
Give me the gun

Baby, baby
Ain't it true
I'm immortal
When I 'm with you
But I want a pistol
In my hand
I wanna go to
A different land

I met a man
He told me straight
"You gotta leave
It's getting late"
Too many cops
Too many guns
All trying to do something
No-one else has one
Baby, baby
Ain't it true
I'm immortal
When I 'm with you

But I want a pistol
In my hand
I wanna go to
A different land

Sometimes it rains so hard
And I feel the hurt
In my heart
Feels like the end of the world
I see the children
Sharp as knives
I see the children
Dead and alives
Beautiful people
Beautiful girls
I just feel like it's the end of the world

I walk on concrete
I walk on sand
But I can't find
A safe place to stand
I'm scared baby
I wanna run
This world's crazy
Gimme the gun

Baby, baby
Ain't it true
I'm immortal
When I 'm with you
But I want a pistol
In my hand
I wanna go to
A different land