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Jan 2013
When love is a gun separating me from you
I’d squeeze the trigger to make my dreams come true
Like cupid with his arrow, I’d shoot your heart
Just to make you notice me and how we’ve been apart
If I put the muzzle to your face, will you see me now?
It will cure your blindness so you can make a vow
To never forget that I’ve been here all along
As you look down the barrel you’ll know what you did wrong
I’ll switch the safety off, and ask you if you care
If you say yes then I’ll ask why you were never there
This isn’t Russian roulette, love is not a game
So don’t play me, or I’ll have my trigger finger to blame
Mary Holz
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Mary Holz  Wisconsin
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