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I'll let you hold the gun to my head While my lip bites down Into a thorny rose And blood drips down My chin While you promise Not to Pull the trigger
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Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
Guns and roses
I'll let you hold the gun to my head While my lip bites down Into a thorny rose And blood drips down My chin While you promise Not to Pull the trigger
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Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
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