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Magdalene - Kids With Guns
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Текст песни: We’re just kids with guns
In hysteria
Finding God in the
Crown Victoria
We were kids in love
Drunk and on the run
Baby shoot me up
We’re just
Kids with Guns
Somewhere in Nevada hand wrapped in my rosary
Got the perfect man
He’s in the band
We’re high off desert heat
Rumor said he left him dead in summer of ‘03
But danger is a drug I got hooked on at 17
I love him in stereo
But my baby’s chasing radio
We’re just kids with guns
In hysteria
Finding God in the
Crown Victoria
We were kids in love
Drunk and on the run
Baby shoot me up
We’re just
Kids with Guns
Motel in Miami
Checked in under fake names
Gaze into his eyes and all my worries fade away
He ain’t scared of nothing when he puts it in his veins
I know baby loves me
Taking bullets in my name
I love him in stereo
But my baby’s chasing radio
We’re just kids with guns
In hysteria
Finding God in the
Crown Victoria
We were kids in love
Drunk and on the run
Baby shoot me up
We’re just
Kids with Guns
That’s my baby
Imma keep him
It’s long long road
To the bottom of this hole and
God knows I don’t need a reason
To defend that boy step out in front of a bullet yeah
In hysteria
Finding God in the
Crown Victoria
We were kids in love
Drunk and on the run
Baby shoot me up
We’re just
Kids with Guns
Somewhere in Nevada hand wrapped in my rosary
Got the perfect man
He’s in the band
We’re high off desert heat
Rumor said he left him dead in summer of ‘03
But danger is a drug I got hooked on at 17
I love him in stereo
But my baby’s chasing radio
We’re just kids with guns
In hysteria
Finding God in the
Crown Victoria
We were kids in love
Drunk and on the run
Baby shoot me up
We’re just
Kids with Guns
Motel in Miami
Checked in under fake names
Gaze into his eyes and all my worries fade away
He ain’t scared of nothing when he puts it in his veins
I know baby loves me
Taking bullets in my name
I love him in stereo
But my baby’s chasing radio
We’re just kids with guns
In hysteria
Finding God in the
Crown Victoria
We were kids in love
Drunk and on the run
Baby shoot me up
We’re just
Kids with Guns
That’s my baby
Imma keep him
It’s long long road
To the bottom of this hole and
God knows I don’t need a reason
To defend that boy step out in front of a bullet yeah
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