Hand in mine, into your icy blue
And then i say to you
We can could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you - in a hail of bullets
I'm trying,
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things
We put each other through
And i would drive onto the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank
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