You and I pace along the gra**
And think of what we had
Ambivalent and young
But probably just dumb.
The truth is that it hurts
And what's it really worth?
No hope and no future!
Chorus:
Holding a gun to my hand
So send me an angel
Or bury me deeply instead
With demons to lean on!
In the sky
It's never coming back
No hope and no future
Will die the same loser!
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Chorus:
Holding a gun to my hand
So send me an angel
Or bury me deeply instead
With demons to lean on!
No from it all
Not at all, at all, at all
No from it all
Not at all, at all, at all
Chorus:
Holding a gun to my hand
So send me an angel
Or bury me deeply instead
With demons to lean on!
Holding a gun to my hand
Holding a gun to my hand
Holding a gun to my hand
With demons to lean on!