Bang, Bang.

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You  take a gun to your head.

Bang, bang.

And baby, now you’re dead.

You slip out of my memories so fast.

That it makes we wonder what we did last.

My mind is hollow and wrong.

Everything hasn’t been right.

Since you died.

I miss you so much.

Baby come back.

I can’t live without your touch.

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