Like a corn in a field I cut you down

I threw the last punch too hard

After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time

To throw in my hand for a new set of cards



And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend

I figured we'd painted too much of this town

And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon

And I knew then I had lost what should have been found

I knew then I had lost what should have been found



And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford

I'm low as a paid assassin is

You know I'm cold as a hired sword

I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up

You know I can't think straight no more

You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford



Like a child when his toy's been stepped on

That's how it all seemed to me

I burst the bubble that both of us lived in

And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel



And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man

Your friends and mine don't call no more

Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded

Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law

Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law

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