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