Shiny Toy Guns
Shiny Toy Guns - The Sun lyrics
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I started out going out of control And I believe you wanna save my searching soul. Thought I met you in conversation. But I'm alone with your voice inside my head. It was September when the cold ran down my face. I want the fire back getting me back to shape
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Language: English
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- Country: United States
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