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Guns come cheap. In the city with the burning river
She wants to trust me, but thinks of all the times i hurt her
If you wanna feel free play a song in a sorrowful rhythm
I know you hate me it would have meant alot to get along (it's okay)

The higher we climb the further we fall
These happy times are stringing me along
Write it on the wall this is my life
There's something about the look in your eyes

Guns aren't cheap in a world where the rich get richer
I wanna trust mе its only that by now i know better
If you wanna reach your drеams you gotta make the world believers
I know you wanna leave, it would have meant alot to get along

The higher we climb the further we fall
These happy times are stringing me along
Write it on the wall this is my life
There's something about the look in your eyes