come on over my sporting frend

bring your favorite weapon

show me how you make your mark

from the whistle in the wind

through the center of the heart



the moon is full, the night is clear

hunting season is drawing near

show me how you claim your ground

pull the arrow back, take one down



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maybe tonight

maybe you'll show

waht you feel behind your bow

and maybe I'll go hunting too

down in the valley with you



I wonder where you hide your heart

I wait for signals in the dark

my aim is pretty good

I'm as quiet as a deer in the wood



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close your eyes, count to ten

you never know you never know

you never know when you never know



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so bring this famous trick you do

bring your arrow, bring your gun

and bring the ache that burns right through

gonna find out who is the hunted one



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