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You're smoke and guns You think I'm sick of it? I wouldn't have it any other way You're too much fun Think I can't handle it? Left with no words and yet so much to say Now in my darkest hour and not my brightest day I'm always calling you and telling you "I should not say" I'm melting in your hands, go on, make your demands You've got me slipping through your fingers like I'm made of sand When we hit the lights, you're fading out of sight I feel your heartbeat, wrap yourself around me Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go So go ahead, I'll take it all You're smoke and guns You think I'm sick of it? I wouldn't have it any other way You're too much fun Think I can't handle it? Left with no words and yet so much to say You wanted from me, some honesty So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe You're smoke and guns Letras de cancionesYou think I'm sick of it? I wouldn't have it any other way Now, as your lipstick smears By light of chandelier I taste the tension and I'm begging Don't you disappear Not in my rightest mind You tell me "That's just fine" Oh what an evening, now you're leaving With my hands still tied When we hit the lights, you're fading out of sight I feel your heartbeat, wrap yourself around me Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go So go ahead, I'll take it all You're smoke and guns You think I'm sick of it? I wouldn't have it any other way You're too much fun Think I can't handle it? Left with no words and yet so much to say You're wanted from me, some honesty So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe You're smoke and guns You think I'm sick of it? I wouldn't have it any other way (I wouldn't have it any other way) Between your fingertips and running down your lips You got me up against a wall Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go So go ahead, I'll take it all You're smoke and guns You think I'm sick of it? I wouldn't have it any other way You're too much fun Think I can't handle it? Left with no words and yet so much to say You're wanted from me, some honesty So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe You're smoke and guns You think I'm sick of it? I wouldn't have it any other way You're smoke and guns From Letras Mania