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Metallica - Shoot Me Again

I won't go away Right here I'll stay Stand silent in flames Stand tall 'till it fades Shoot me again I ain't dead yet Shoot me again Shoot me again Shoot me! Shoot me again Shoot me again C'mon! All the shots I take I spit back at you All the shit you fake Comes back to haunt you All the shots..All the shots...All the shots I take What difference did I make? All the shots I take I spit back at you I won't go away With a bullet in my back! Right here I'll stay With a bullet in my back! Shoot me...Take a shot Shoot me... Take a shot Shoot me... Take a shot Shoot me... Take a shot I'll stand on my own With a bullet in my back! I'm stranded and sold With a bullet in my back! Shoot me again I ain't dead yet Shoot me again Shoot me again C'mon! Shoot me again Shoot me again C'mon! All the shots I take I spit back at you All the shit you fake Comes back to haunt you All the shots.. All the shots... All the shots I take What difference did I make ? All the shots I take I spit back at you I bite my tongue Trying not to shoot back No compromise My heart won't pump the other way Wake the sleeping giant Wake the beast Wake the sleeping dog No, let him sleep I bite my tongueT rying not to shoot back... All the shots I take I spit back at you All the shit you fake Comes back to haunt you All the shots.. All the shots... All the shots I take What difference did I make ? All the shots I take I spit back at you