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under the cross silhouettethe gun inside of her clicked, i smoked a cigaretteand we were perfecti woke, in hot pillow sweatthe gun pointed at me, and my heart's still so wettears say i'm happywon't ever want to go, where there's a ghost jesuslet me fly to where she isi won't hang my head up high, on that cold crucifixbury where we used to kisssorry when i'm too honesti can't believe in god, without a gorgeous goddessin his flawless plots'cause i saw this all spiralfrom a lightyear away, when a gun's indescribablemight hear you saywon't ever want to go, where there's a ghost jesuslet me fly, to where she isi won't hang my head up high, on that cold crucifixbury where we used to kiss From Letras Mania