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I'm gone,
You can't get ahold of me;
So long,
It's coming over me.
Fly by,
Shatter the speed of sound,
Sky high,
And I don't wanna come down.
Oh, yeah.
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I'm a six gun,
And I'm fully loaded;
There's a love bomb,
I'm about to explode it.
I'm a bonfire,
And I'm burning through the night;
Bye-bye,
I'm an arrow in flight.
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I'm not gonna be a crucifix pin cushion,
I'm not gonna be a voodoo doll;
I fly with military precision,
And this is my holy ground.
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I'm gone,
You can't get ahold of me;
So long,
It's coming over me.
I fly by,
And shatter the speed of sound,
I'm sky high,
And I never wanna come down.
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Recorded by Great Big Sea of St. John's, NL (Fortune's Favour, trk#6, 2008, Warner Music Canada, Scarborough, ON).