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Are we getting close? Come feel my fever You've a right to know I'm the one that feeds ya' There is just one thing that I could never do: Write a melody that isn't inspired by you You've got your message and I've got mine We'll see who delivers it right Your shooting rifles, I'll pull the blind I could be slayed I've got bills to pay But I can't pay them I've got girls to lay But I can't lay them There is just one thing that I could never do: Write a melody that isn't inspired by you You've got your message and I've got mine We'll see who delivers it right Your shooting rifles, I'll pull the blind I could be slayed You've got your message and I've got mine We'll see who delivers it right Your shooting rifles, I'll pull the blind I could be slayed From Letras Mania