There’s a time I cried beady and took to much you
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But I’m a way you stand and interested in how not to feel
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The guns are hurting my dreams
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For you don’t hardly see
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We may only show you some
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Watch your stupid guns you son
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When nothing matters anymore
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I not believe you enough to go to war
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When nothing matters anymore
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I not believe you enough to go to war
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There’s a time I cried any man is better than none
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The time alone I spent and dreaded the day the battle is won
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The joy son and could be dead (The joy son could be dead)
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The stranger in my bed (The stranger in my bed)
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Meet me in a carefree half
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Swings me around the garden path
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When nothing matters anymore
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I not believe you enough to go to war
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When nothing matters anymore
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I’m not the girl you left to go to war
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I thought I knew the man you were
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Nightmares are the things you must have done when you could
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I been singing all you could say loving you anymore is gone
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I won’t trust those arms to hold those hands to mould my soul
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I don’t want him to rush at you
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So I don’t want him to grow up like you
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I don’t want him to rush at you
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So I don’t want him to grow up like you
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Gun Cupboard Love
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| Everything But The Girl |
