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Feb 2016
Your heart's a holster,  
your love the gun.
If I'm a wanted man
I'll not run.
If you're gonna shoot,  
best, shoot me down
by high noon
or the light of the moon,
or with a smile
..
Now *** ye filthy varmints, got a two o clock mosey.
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