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Dodging The Bullet
Did you ever dodge a bullet or see the muzzle's gleam? Could you hear it as it passed your ear like a phantom in a dream? When you're riding down the highway, do you hear the Devil's call? And will he push you hard enough to crash into the wall? Did you lay upon the table when the surgeon saved your life? Did he cut you chest to navel with his shiny, gleaming knife? Do you feel the north wind blowing, pounding at your back? Is your collar pulled up high enough to block the wind's attack? Can you hear the thunder of the train as it roars down the track? Have you watched the serpent in the smoke as it's curling from the stack? Do you fear the Reaper's wrath when lightning rips the sky; then weep the tears of many years when it's finally time to die. When you push the limit to the max, will you step out on the ledge? When a killer's waiting in the dark, will you test the razor's edge? And when you've lived through all these things Death will find his mark. He'll find you in the cold black night; grinning in the dark. ![]()
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