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All That's Left

Michael Sweet

Everybody owns a gun,
And everybody shoots someone,
The words we say are weapons,
Of a mass destruction,
I don't want to join the war,
Or see you hurting anymore,
So apologetically, I am offering my plea.

No I won't give up on me and you,
And I won't let go over time,
If it takes me till my dying breath,
And that's all that's left, for me to prove,
No I won't give up on me and you

Every time you you look at me,
I can see a mystery,
I thought that I could read your mind
But now that's history
I know you've heard it all before,
I see you closing every door,
So I'll lay it on the line,
I ain't losing you this time

No I won't give up on me and you,
And I won't let go over time,
If it takes me till my dying breath,
And that's all that's left, for me to prove,
No I won't give up on me and you.






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