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so sunday morning
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words still caught in your throat
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and i'm crushing butterflies
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everything beautiful
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you're backwards, your blackbirds
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your black eyes turn blue
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glints off sun from dark windows
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i shoot them for you,
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anything for you
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it's just me and my gun
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i can't point you at anyone
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if i fall in the sun, i've got nowhere to run
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i've got no one to run to
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your laughing, keep laughing
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and let yourself fall
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does this frighten you sweetly
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will this reach your withdrawl?
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and this picture's a fixture
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one that i must slip through
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and this whole town's exploding
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i made this for you
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it's just me and my gun
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i can't point you at anyone
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if i fall in the sun, i've got nowhere to run
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i've got no one to run to
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it's just me and my gun
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it's just me and my gun
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my god what have i done
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it's just me and my gun
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me and my gun
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