I can't take this anymore!
I've got a bulls eye on my forehead.
The rush seemed risky, rushed and sore,
With a bulls eye on my forehead.
I'm glad to be alive, glad to be inside, without a bullet in my forehead.
But where do we go from here?
Crossfire, the shape of things.
Crossfire, the shape of dreams.
So, I'm on a planetary shore.
I got my navigator ally.
I hope that we hope for so much more.
I got my navigator ally.
But where do we go from here?
Crossfire, the shape of things.
Crossfire, the shape of dreams.
Crossfire! Crossfire!
Why don't you love the hero?
Why don't you love the hero?
Why don't you love the hero?
Why don't you love the hero?
I can't take this anymore!
I've got a bulls eye on my forehead.
Oh! But where do we go?
Crossfire, the shape of things.
Crossfire, the shape of dreams.
Crossfire! Crossfire!
Why don't you love the hero?
Why don't you love the hero?
Why don't you love the hero?
Why don't you love the hero?
Oh! Where do we go?
Crossfire the shape of things.
Crossfire, the shape of dreams.
Crossfire! Crossfire!
Why don't you love the hero?
Why don't you love the hero?
Why don't you love the hero?
Why don't you love the hero?
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