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Aug 2015
Catch Them In Hand, I Got Your Feelings Slipping Through Fingers
Little Black, Dancing Though The Night Because I Next You
When The Sun Is Out And The Feelings Result It Rage
Don't Forget, Even I Walk On Thinking It Was All Insane
You Throw These Bullets
Cocking Back Your Gun
Telling Me It's Over
You Throw These Bullets
Counting Down The Seconds When
It All Fades Away

Your Bullets Take All The Wrong Turn
I Helped Your Life, I Gave You Proud
But, You Always Aim At Me
I Get Hit With Bullets That Wasn't For Me.
Your Bullets Leave Me Ruined
With My Heart Still Bleeding, I'm Still Alive
I Get Hit With Bullets That Wasn't For Me.
You're The Reason I Cant Stop Thinking.
I Keep Dodging ...
Bullets Wrong Turns.
Written by
Bridget Overton  Memphis TN
(Memphis TN)   
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