I want to take the bullet, the one aimed straight for your heart.
i want to meet the wolves halfway, and let them tear me apart.
but thats not the way they do it here.
i want to lay on the tracks, feel hot steel screaming at me.
expose the bones on my back, let me show you what I mean.
yeah, its a different kind of love.
i want to climb barbed wire fences and wamr our hands in blood.
and this is my gift, asking you to fix my ruined hands.
and it's a gift that keeps on giving, and right now it's all I have to give.
i want to write the perfect song, and play it just for you
while you're tangled up in sleep.
i need you more than I'll ever know.
untill i stop breathing, my lungs will take you for granted.
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