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Artist: Vega 4

Song: Shoot Up Hill

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A phone call will dress you up in red
a life lost, spit, that's one less thing
to think of now
losing to you
there i go
losing too
losing

fire, score, run
that's life in your
ice cold world
that makes you complete

i've got good stuff, come and get it
said the long dead mr salesman
makes the next think twice

losing to you
there i go
losing too
losing

fire, score, run
that's life in your
ice cold world
that makes you complete

catch him now he'll never slow down
he's been running up tabs in your bar
he's been taking you for a walk down
liars lane
dead guys can't play your game
he's losing

losing to you
there i go
losing too
losing

fire, score, run
that's life in your
ice cold world
that makes you complete

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