Shotgun hours
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Shotgun hours
Chances you take
The rabbit turns rose
You've been born with a thousand things on your mind
Shotgun hours
Held in your hands
Shotgun hours
Pushing the point between the muscle and skin
And like a good friend I never know what to say
Still claw on the lock on the door
And still look at the sky reachin' for the shotgun
Still pound on the lock on the door
And still I look at the sky
And don't know what I'm looking for