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Carbon copy of myself,
Like two o'clock struck on a bell,
Who could tell?
Duplication

I'd be Heaven, he'd be Hell,
Give him the worst of me as well
I'd send myself
On vacation

ooo, child
Here he comes
He's got a gun
And no discretion

He keeps a run for cover list,
Not a person will be missed
Violence is
His occupation

My carbon copy looks like me,
I'll be far across the sea
I'll get some sun,
And recreation

ooo child
Here he comes
He's got a gun
And ooo child
Here he comes
You better run
In my direction

If by chance, you should see me on the street,
Keep your head down low, and your conversation sweet
You better show me some uncommon courtesy
You're gonna have to deal with him if you should fuck around with...

ooo child
Here he comes
He's got a gun
And ooo child
Here he comes
You better run
In my direction
Carbon copy of myself,   Like two o'clock struck on a bell,   Who could tell?   Duplication      I'd be Heaven, he'd be Hell,   Give him the worst of me as well   I'd send myself   On vacation      ooo, child   Here he comes   He's got a gun   And no discretion      He keeps a run for cover list,   Not a person will be missed   Violence is   His occupation      My carbon copy looks like me,   I'll be far across the sea   I'll get some sun,   And recreation      ooo child   Here he comes   He's got a gun   And ooo child   Here he comes   You better run   In my direction      If by chance, you should see me on the street,   Keep your head down low, and your conversation sweet   You better show me some uncommon courtesy   You're gonna have to deal with him if you should fuck around with...      ooo child   Here he comes   He's got a gun   And ooo child   Here he comes   You better run   In my direction