Текст (слова) песни: Elton John - I Feel Like A Bullet (In The Gun Of Robe

Like a corn in a field I cut you down
I threw the last punch too hard
After years of going 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 dancing 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 found
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 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`s sometimes like breaking the law
Breaking up`s sometimes like breaking the law

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