Seasons of sun won`t suffice
But for you my guarding light
Id walk around this earth
A though the streets are paved with gold
Id collect it to be sold
I`m bringing this on myself
But I feel for you
Will you show you`re sane
In your mouthie a loaded gun
Pull the trigger have you won
Let`s see how you can do
It`s the darker days you dread
All the hurtful things I said
It seems Im nothing
But I feel for you
Will show you`re sane
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