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Every Time
You didn't know the
 gun I pointed at
 you was loaded
 and for that I'm sorry
 I knew, though I like
 to pretend I didn't
 We had decided to 
 play a game, but
 you didn't know
 the rules
 Bones break and
 scars are meade
 all too easily
 Now every time the
 rain falls, I 
 can't help but feel
 the warmth of the
 pistol in m
 gunpowder streaked
 hands
 Somebody once told me
 that you believed 
 in heaven
 but what I want to know
 is if you still expected
 to go there after
 al that we've done
 I guess it's a good thing
 I never expected to
 be happy
 and now the sky's in the way
 of all I hoped 
 to do with you
 we graffitied our hearts
 on walls for all to see
 and I can't help but wonder 
 did we really need to?
 YOu signed first, barely
 living me any room
 I said that I was bored
 so you said
 let's start a revolution
 just for the hell of it
 but we never got to
 I always wanted to ask
 Is your heart like mine?
 And while we made
 quite a spectacle
 your heart burned out 
 long ago
 mine just needs to catch uo
 I cannot forget the shadows
 that danced upon the walls
 of our room
 the ones that looked like us
 You left bootprints in the kitchen
 and while I usually didn't mind
 I did just sweep the floors
 The day you went There
 it was hours before my mind
 agreed to rest
 Now every time the
 rain falls, it tastes like copper
 You used to say that all your
 friends were dead
 what did that make me?
 I guess now I'll never know
 We're all guilty of the same rings
 and while it's a sin
 to be alone
 your face was always
 full of sun
 and you always asked me
 to sing you to sleep
 even though I din't
 like the sound of my voice
 you did
 so that was enough
 I guess some are just
 born with tragedy
 in their good
 and these hands of mine
 seem to pull triggers
 Your words burned holes
 in my wings, but
 I still tried to fly
 I asked if you would be
 my scarlet angel
 yet you're not 
 a hero to me
 You always said 
 that I was too young
 to be sad
 but I have a 
 reason now
 
 Now every time the
 rain falls, i smell
 gunpowder

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