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Shame to be a dead man on the run
A fool would know the face of his own gun
Tracing your shape with my hands on the table
And you are the one that's been keeping me stable and
Do you think that you could love me?
While I'm working through my shit
Could you just trust me?
And it's not what I asked for
But I fear that this might come undone
We'll be left in the rubble
Stuck right back where we'd begun
But I'd like to see what you look like in the Sun
Odd to see a stranger pass on by
He said: Look at my hands and you'll see that you've
Got the wrong guy
Tracing your shape with my hands on the table
And you are the one that's been keeping me stable and
Do you think that you could love me?
While I'm working through my shit
Could you just trust me?
And it's not what I asked for
But I fear that this might come undone
We'll be left in the rubble
Stuck right back where we'd begun
But I'd like to see what you look like in the Sun
I know that I told you I'd leave you alone
But you knew all I want is for you to come home
You’re driving me crazy baby
You're stuck in my head now, can't get you out
Do you think that you could love me?
While I'm working through my shit
Could you just trust me?
And it's not what I asked for
But I fear that this might come undone
We'll be left in the rubble
Stuck right back where we'd begun
But I'd like to see what you look like in the Sun
