Like a corn in a field I cut you down
I threw the last punch too hard
After years of goin steady, well I thought that it was time
To throw in my hand for a new set of cards
And I can t take you dancin out on the weekend
I figured we d painted too much of this town
And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon
And I knew then I had lost what should have been fou-nd
I knew then I had lost what should have been found
And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
I m low as a paid assassin is
You know I m cold as a hired sword
I m so ashamed, can t we patch it up
You know I can t think straight no more
You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun
In the gun of Robert Ford
Like a child when his toys have been stepped on
That s how it all seemed to me
I burst the bubble that both of us lived in
And I m damned if I ll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel
And if looks could kill then I d be a dead man
Your friends and mine don t call no more
Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded
Breaking up is sometimes like breakin the law
Breaking up is sometimes like breakin the law
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