Sitting all alone gnaw mark on my face
Your Cuban heel stamped into place
I start shaken I know why
You switch on my T.V. eye
Sixth sense from a loaded gun
Sixth sense I feel must be won
Standing all alone when it's way too late
Love me and seal my fate
Tense and nervous can't break in
Find me, I'll make you spin
Sixth sense from a loaded gun
Sixth sense I feel just begun
Sitting all alone gnaw mark on my face
No mohaired goon's gonna take my place
Fueled fever that's hard to kick
Bend me, I've dug my ditch
Sixth sense from a loaded gun
Sixth sense I feel so alone
Sixth sense from a loaded gun
Sixth sense I feel must be won

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