Hail of Bullets
I don't like your tone
You seem slightly low
I'm alright
I'll just take a sip
Forget what you said for the night
I am more alone than I've ever been all my life
Even though you're by my side
She said "I'm so lucky" but he keeps her up all night
Her friends just can't see it while they turn a blind eye
"I don't know what you are saying he seems alright!"
Take it slow
Take it slow
I'm a victim in a crime unknown
Hand in mine
Into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you
We could take to the high way
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you
In a Hail of Bullets
In a Hail of Bullets
In a Hail of Bullets
She never turns off
She just weeps and lies all alone
Waiting for the day where the man she love takes her home
Comforting her lust but instead she stays monotone
Like sounds off of her phone
She don't get it
She don't get it
Nah
Watching her own life just fall apart
No solution
No conclusion are
There any ways to make a new start
Gripping on her waist she pulls on the door
Opening the latch just a little more
Running for her life
Working every pour
Little does she know that she's done for
Hand in mine
Into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you
We could take to the high way
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you
In a Hail of Bullets
In a Hail of Bullets
In a Hail of Bullets
You seem slightly low
I'm alright
I'll just take a sip
Forget what you said for the night
I am more alone than I've ever been all my life
Even though you're by my side
She said "I'm so lucky" but he keeps her up all night
Her friends just can't see it while they turn a blind eye
"I don't know what you are saying he seems alright!"
Take it slow
Take it slow
I'm a victim in a crime unknown
Hand in mine
Into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you
We could take to the high way
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you
In a Hail of Bullets
In a Hail of Bullets
In a Hail of Bullets
She never turns off
She just weeps and lies all alone
Waiting for the day where the man she love takes her home
Comforting her lust but instead she stays monotone
Like sounds off of her phone
She don't get it
She don't get it
Nah
Watching her own life just fall apart
No solution
No conclusion are
There any ways to make a new start
Gripping on her waist she pulls on the door
Opening the latch just a little more
Running for her life
Working every pour
Little does she know that she's done for
Hand in mine
Into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you
We could take to the high way
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you
In a Hail of Bullets
In a Hail of Bullets
In a Hail of Bullets
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Writer(s): Cameron Sanderson
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