Bullet

Barreling forward like a bullet sent wildly is a man with good intentions

He stops not, he wants not, and his breathe is giving out

Coming to meet him is an angel, flying - he’s got a load, a real crusher

He stops not, he wants loyalty

Oh I’m tired

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I’m tired of these old fears and cold lies

I need a new place where we both can hide

With new trials and new fun

I’ve got a new life and I’m ready to run like a bullet

There’s a lady in a meadow crying for a love she loves not

And high above is God on wings, he sings - he sings for her

He sings for her

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Barreling forward like a bullet sent wildly is a man with good intentions

He stops not, he wants not and his breathe is giving out