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My hand to load the gun, now that she passed away,
My eyes can find you hidden in the town,
My heart can bleed but my head is Ok,
My love makes noise, and shoot you is the way,
You know for sure I never thought to pray
No faith, no god, that is the only way
No, don't get around cause I'm working on your grave to be,
So far from the sea, so close to the hell.
No, don't get around cause I'm working on your grave to be,
So far from the sea, so close to the hell.
It makes sense to me,
It makes sense to her,
She's in a coffin, on the river
Sailing to the seaâ¦
No, don't get around cause I'm working on your grave to be,
So far from the sea, so close to the hell.
No, don't get around cause I'm working on your grave to be,
So far from the sea, so close to the hell.
No, don't get around cause I'm working on your grave to be,
So far from the sea, so close to the hell.