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She's got a gunShe bought on the streetShe's got a gunIt's loadedFour bullets strongI wanna knowIf you're leaving me nowI wanna knowIs your life not good enough for your fiction?Life over fictionThere's nothing you can take from someone who's got nothing left insideInside I feel a rumblingIt's a symptom that is humblingI dreamed I crossed the DelawareBut stress is building I'm awareI know you were a level fourAnd I was just a level threeBut things are different than beforeAnd maybe if you get with meWe can ignore the words of the presidentAnd make love on this boat of dissonanceHe said, "Kill the thing that you love"But that's not what I'm made ofMan, fuck these inhibitors From Letras Mania