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L.A. GUNS >> Merchandise Links
L.A. GUNS
Some people think he's crazy There's something not quite right about this child The way he wears his hair the way he walks around You know there is something wild Guess I'm not the setting kind My wheels have gotta turn Silent night is quite all right But I prefer to burn I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want Then reputation of my deeds began to spread Around from town to town men bequeathed Me gifts of gold women laid their Naked bodies down they called me son Of Lucifer they called me special one I don't care 'bout none of that I drown Them as they come I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want They tied me to the ship of fools And cast me out upon a raging sea For forty nights I sailed alone solitude It was my destiny On my return the elders knew That nothing could be done So if it's something strange you Seek then baby I'm the one I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want
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