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Sweet dreams baby, No goodnight kiss, A 'X' over my heart, No way you can miss, Your aim is impeccable, And I have no way out, I'm tired of lying, And living with doubt, Shot straight through the heart, In and again, My lover's own bullet, Ended the pain, Not a bullet of lead, No gun to be found, And from a lonesome trigger, There was never a sound, A gun called fate, A bullet called love, The target I became, Salvation- unworthy of, You saved a girl, Who would never have known, A love like this, Would ever have grown, From a friendship and laughter, Something beautiful came, All thanks to a lover, And his flawless aim.
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May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 4:29 PM UTC
A Gun Called Fate.
Sweet dreams baby, No goodnight kiss, A 'X' over my heart, No way you can miss, Your aim is impeccable, And I have no way out, I'm tired of lying, And living with doubt, Shot straight through the heart, In and again, My lover's own bullet, Ended the pain, Not a bullet of lead, No gun to be found, And from a lonesome trigger, There was never a sound, A gun called fate, A bullet called love, The target I became, Salvation- unworthy of, You saved a girl, Who would never have known, A love like this, Would ever have grown, From a friendship and laughter, Something beautiful came, All thanks to a lover, And his flawless aim.
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amy-henson
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May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 4:29 PM UTC
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