The Gun William Prince

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Doesn't matter who you love, son
If you don't love yourself some
She could be the only one and still not want to stay
If you can't get a hold on
What's been doing your soul wrong
Been hanging on for way too long
Like living with a loaded gun

So let's have a tick tick talk about the time that I have left
Always trying to leave you, darling
Give up these cigarettes
I can only say farewell when I know there's nothing left
Til the next time there ain't nothing left

Doesn't matter who you love, son
If you don't love yourself some
She could be the only one and still not want to stay
If you can't get a hold on
What's been doing your soul wrong
Been hanging on for way too long
Like living with a loaded gun

And if you let your body hang like three sheets in the wind
Some day they'll blow away rip right through the pins
If you pour whiskey on ‘em wrap ‘em ‘round women you just met
Well, one day there'll be nothing left
Ain't no next time when there ain't nothing left

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