Pit Love
Line up the front post
Cheek pressed to the stock
Call me Paparazzo
I'm taking the shot
And I don't miss
I've been enamoured with the way that you talk
Between you and me
I've been incendiary
Blowing up hot
You've been a tracer round,
Splitting dark, and shooting me down
Line up the front post
Cheek pressed to the stock
Call you Saxton Hope
Loosing every arrow I knock
And you don't miss
Executing every nuance I've caught
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