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| UB40 Guns In The Ghetto Friendly Fire We were partners in crime Spending our days, serving our time In the usual way We went behind the lines To even the score I won the battle but you won the war I used to be a gun for hire Then I was killed by friendly fire I used to be a real high flyer Then I was killed by friendly fire A shot rang out And knocked me flat Ain't no coming back from a lick like that I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue I never did believe my assassin would be you I got the message down the wire That I was killed by friendly fire I used to be a gun for hire Then I was killed by friendly fire We were partners in crime Spending our days, serving our time In the usual way We went behind the lines To even the score I won the battle but you won the war I used to be a gun for hire Then I was killed by friendly fire I used to be a real high flyer Then I was shot by friendly fire A shot rang out And knocked me flat Ain't no coming back from a lick like that I never saw it coming, it came out of the blue I never did believe my assasin would be you I got the message down the wire That I was killed by friendly fire I used to be a gun for hire |
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