Their Gun

If you love someone, and you’d kill for them
The only thing that you need is their gun

If you love someone, and you’d kill for them
The only thing that you need is their gun

Cross hands on a Friday night, got wasted and I feel alright
Cold hands make a tired heart, keep trucking never fall apart

If you love someone, and you’d kill for them
The only thing that you need is their gun
 

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