Your Gun
Composição: Young Lights.You got your trouble
I hold your pain
I hold your pain on my shoulders
Just don't come near me with
Don't come near me with your gun
With your gun
You like the weekends high
The weekends high
Sunday's low, oh
Just don't come near me with
Don't you come near me with your gun
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
We're both loved enough babe
But we're always wanting more
From the back of my mind
The skin on my bones
Through all the love, lust
And restless nights
Just don't come near me
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun