Targets
Words & music by P.J. Pacifico
© 2011 Paul P Music ASCAP

I'm pissed I just realized I missed you
And toy with all the ways to remedy
Seems as easy as the shooting of a gun
But not ready for the kickback or the targets we've become

And I can feel the waste
Like a blanket not long enough for me

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Come down, let's try this all again
Take my hand for our last dance
Come down, let's try this all again
Wave on a third chance

Streetlights are my only form of company
And that American Spirit I can't part with just yet
I flick the high beams just for a change of scenery
Then I spark it up, lay back and forget

And I can feel the waste
Like a blanket not long enough for me

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