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Your face is flushed (Can't tell right here, suggestions would be helpful) labrador is chased out in the marsh,And in my head intentions like a 12 gauge pointed to their heartsTheir heart, their hearts, their heartsTheir hearts, their hearts their heartsPulling triggers, biting bullets, waiting for you with my gunThinking no one claims that yellow grass was murdered by the sunIt's just done, just done, just doneThen you come, you come, you comeSpeak softly, good old boysIn her earAnd with your pretty words paint pictures of thingsAway from hereAnd with your warmer breathWhisper till they won't disappearSpeak softly, good old boysIn her earI left you on the counter and you're spoiled to me like milkEven with cold remarks and countenance, you were as good as spilledYou were as good as killedAnd if we only had one helmet I would still hand it to youBut arms and waists would make us wrecks so tell me truly, what's the use?We're still riding, just us twoLetras de cancionesSo much left to undoSpeak softly, good old boysIn her earAnd with your pretty words paint pictures of thingsAway from hereAnd with your warmer breathWhisper till they won't disappearSpeak softly, good old boysIn her ear From Letras Mania