You may hold the gun,
put it up to my head,
but I will not give you
the power to load it
You will shoot nothing
but empty blanks
that whoosh past me
and are soon forgotten
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You may hold the gun,
put it up to my head,
but I will not give you
the power to load it
You will shoot nothing
but empty blanks
that whoosh past me
and are soon forgotten
