Ricochet

Ricochet

They’re just standing there
Like a bullet through the air
They’ll be struck in the chest
Knocked out their breath

But they ricochet,
Ricochet
They’ve got it the same
Exactly your way

Take minds think alike
Both are right
You and them can’t deny
Or you just might die

Not even a dent
The bullet’s gone and went
Right back at you
They never thought it through

Have the target in sight
Not prepared for a fight

Like a bullet through the air
They ricochet without a tear

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