I've been thinking about the war You had to start with me And how you think it's time to end it Take your worn out shoe, erase the battle line I drew I think it's ime for us to cross it
Your turn your cannons home and Spill the contents of your final round I pour my bullets out until the last One falls onto the ground
If you leave me now, you leave me Better than I was before If you leave me, if you leave me now It must be bittersweet to believe in some halfhearted truce When I've just run out of ways to hurt you So many white flags in the dirt, nothing left for you to raise While I keep on clean inside my pocket
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