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 that's 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 warm 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,
It's a gift that keeps on giving.
It's a gift that keeps on giving.
And right now its all I have to give.

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.
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.

I want to write the perfect song,
And play it just for you,
While you are tangled up in sleep.

I need you more than I'll ever know,
Until I stop breathing,
My lungs will take you for granted....

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