Stages: In The Rain...
Sweating like a drain
I've got the barrel of your gun
Pointed at my brain
Your heart guiding your hand
Like tracks to a train
The trigger tenuously touched
Until the day of strain
I've got the barrel of your gun
Pointed at my brain
Your heart guiding your hand
Like tracks to a train
The trigger tenuously touched
Until the day of strain
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