I've been accused, I've been abused
Sometimes misused and yes confused
A loaded pen I dip again
Another trigger happy friendI don't know why I continue to fly
In the face of reason
Something inside me just clicked
Like a tick from an awful seasonUnder the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thingUnder the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thingI've been afraid to drive at night
I've been a sinner, such a lonely sight
Not qualified, not rarefied
I persevere I give it all my mightI don't know why you continue to cry
That I'll never make it
At least there's some truth
To the fact you know I just cannot fake itUnder the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thingUnder the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thingUnder the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thingUnder the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
And I ain't tripping on a thingUnder the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
Under the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sunUnder the gun, under the gun
I'm swimming through the sun
Under the gun, under the gun
Under the gun, under the gun
Under the gun, under the gun
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