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My baby got a job at the TSA
All he ever does is watch planes fly away
‘Cause since his lady left,
He’s counting down the rest
So my baby got a job at the TSA

This life, this life’s a loaded gun
This heart, this heart’s a lonely one
But if it knew what it was hiding from
Maybe it would run

My baby goes to church every Wednesday afternoon
Circle talk’s just a whiskey walk from the truth
Someone’s gotta help him down
And then maybe back around
But my baby goes to church every Wednesday afternoon

This life, this life’s a loaded gun
This heart, this heart’s a lonely one
But if it knew what it was hiding from
Maybe it would run

Dared by a deadline
White light goodbyes
One more chance to leave or be left

Now could be the right time
But he's out on the sidelines
Holding his own haunted breath

This life, this life’s a loaded gun
This heart, this heart’s a lonely one
But if it knew what it was hiding from
Maybe it would run

My baby got a job at the TSA
All he ever does is watch planes fly away

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