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Hunters, lonely workers wanderclutching their briefcase or bagumbrella in handI'm just a child now I know I willbe doing things that I shouldn'tlike picking up when I could put downand saying no when I wouldn'tnever was my ray gun on youif it was you have somehow slipped throughmy fingers tremble too muchto hold or controlnever was, never was my ray gun on youworking only shifting heartbeatsmaking the day flow bylaborious linesyou say you've held it insideyou've seen some things that are realbut only now do I realisecos only now do I feelnever was my ray gun on youif it was you have somehow slipped throughmy fingers tremble too muchto hold or controlnever was, never was my ray gun on younever was, never was my ray gun on you From Letras Mania