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Could you walk down the driveway one more time To find me off to the side On a bed of rose petal and blood Cold dead hands Carving patterns in my skin With the fragments of my skull I was halfway to hell under your hands So why don't I just Slip all the way, into a sweet unconsciousness Where my stomach heaves and blood runs pure Before I fell Before I fell into your hell Where the devil is in your eyes And plays at your lips Running down my spine If this tight grip on my ****** hips is your love Then hand me the gun, Do me a favor Ask your daddy for the bullets Even though I've already got one Place the cold metal against my temple If this is your love, Prove it to me And pull the **** trigger
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
Bullets, Baby
Could you walk down the driveway one more time To find me off to the side On a bed of rose petal and blood Cold dead hands Carving patterns in my skin With the fragments of my skull I was halfway to hell under your hands So why don't I just Slip all the way, into a sweet unconsciousness Where my stomach heaves and blood runs pure Before I fell Before I fell into your hell Where the devil is in your eyes And plays at your lips Running down my spine If this tight grip on my ****** hips is your love Then hand me the gun, Do me a favor Ask your daddy for the bullets Even though I've already got one Place the cold metal against my temple If this is your love, Prove it to me And pull the **** trigger
PaytonSummer
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
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