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Loves fire

You have been pointing your gun at me,

You've been trying to make me see that your getting ready to leave,

Go,

You don't mean nothing to me.

Now your finding it hard to breathe, as you run away from what you believe in,

You told me that I hold the key, but now you don't mean nothing to me.

I used to feel the fire that burned in your eyes, you said you missed me once but you missed me thousands of times.

You took the fire straight out of my eyes you didn't just miss me once, you missed me thousands of times.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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