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Russian Roulette


Her smile was as warm As a summers night With the moon shining In the candle light She had no flaws None that i could see Or at least i thought So i played for fun But soon her love was my drug And i was becoming a loaded gun I needed her taste Her scent, her scene I needed her life Because she was apart of me Then the night didn't look so young And the stars weren't shining so bright So i pushed my first bullet Into the chamber Each day i lied next to her A bullet went in the pistol I clocked the glock Cocked it back And let my head drop Down at her smile Down at her face And pulled her close to me In her slumber i kissed her lips "forever baby" i whispered And before it was too late I pulled the trigger of our deciding fate
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