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Bullet - Elliott Murphy
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Verse:
I was the bullet and you were the gun
Standing on main street with a showdown ’bout to come
Streets were deserted everybody already left town
Too late I realized I was the fool who stuck around
Chorus:
Good night my own true love
Send out your sweat prayers above
Verse:
I was the one and we were the two
I was completely worn out but still we weren’t through
The ghost of the good times She kept hanging around
And don’t you look so good in your torn wedding gown
Chorus:
Good night my own true love
Send out your sweat prayers above
Verse:
I was the wounded and you were the nurse
I lay down on your couch man that was a first
I forgot nearly everything except how to tell you time
And don’t you look so good when I’m coming up from behind
Chorus:
Good night my own true love
Send out your sweat prayers above
Verse:
If I pick up my guitar you are the pick
When I finish my ice cream bar you’re the little wooden stick
If I was fire I’d be cold without the touch of your match
If I was the number twenty-two well then you’d be the catch
No need to look outta my window ’cause you’re always the view
I can buy a bottle of oxygen but I can’t get a deep breath of you
When I’m lost in my memory… you turn up in my dreams
I was alone in the ocean when you float by on a warm gulf stream
Now if I was the sky you’d be the blue
Or the green of the billiard table but I’m definitely still the cue
When I watch my TV you’re the only thing that’s ever on
Go for a ride on my yellow tractor and you’re the one crop growing on my farm
When I screw in a light bulb you are the lamp
And when I zip up my sleeping bag you’re those scary noises outside my camp
If I was the mistery you’d be the clue
If I was size 10D you’d be the shoe
(supprime les barrés)