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The sky, this is believing |
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Of this I can recall |
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As I prepare to leave you |
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A kiss, a curse to draw |
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Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd |
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Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd |
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You sprang my care to see you through |
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And played it all along |
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As I began to deceive you |
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I held your hand and curled |
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Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd |
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Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd |
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Led through, tear through |
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We've all gone inside now |
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You still pretend to run away |
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The sky, this is to need you |
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Of this I can recall |
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As I prepare to repel you |
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A kiss, a curse to law |
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Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd |
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Gunshots, baby, let's cut through the crowd |