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Mrs. e roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
Mrs. e roosevelt didn't even know I owned one
Somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh...there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh-merica
Oh we're born alone and then we're covered by m-m-m-mother's kisses
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh...there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh-merica
There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
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