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Right at the crack of dawn
I started loadin' my gun
And poundin' on my chest and shouting to the West
"You better tell that son of a bitch to run!"
You could smell it on my clothes like cologne
The scent of cheap whiskey and cigarette smoke
And I know if I shoot then I'll be alone
But my decisions been made and I'm on the road

If nobody told you then I hope they tell you soon
You know you gotta fight for yourself
And fight well

It must've been 'bout 3 or 4
That I arrived standing outside your door
I peaked in the window and saw you,
Lightin' a cigarette looking pretty like you do
When the door swung open I was surprised
Not to find a look of terror in your eyes
You just stood there with a gun said,
"Let's have some fun."
And you assured me I was gonna die

The fight was over, it was said and done
Who knew my death would be the product of love
You didn't say a thing except, "I'm glad that you came."
Poured some gas and lit a match
Then I went up in flames

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from Smoke and Mirrors​/​Austin Parish, released December 21, 2012

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Austin Parish Fort Wayne, Indiana

Austin Parish is a singer/songwriter from Northern Indiana.

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