Paroles de Give Me The Gun
Give me the gunI don’t care if it’s not loaded
I’m not here to question your motive
But I’m scared for us both
I know that your mind goes
When you’re left alone
You’re so delicate
Admittedly, sometimes I forget
You’re made of wet paper
You’re so delicate
Admittedly, sometimes I forget
You’re made of wet paper
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